I will love the monster inside

The smallest moment passed by of a feeling that was itching inside of my skin. It made me wanna scream and yell. My hands were almost slamming on the table. My insides were getting together in a small tight path. Everything went one way. A road too small to dance in. A place I needed to hold my breath while trying to reach the other side. Hoping not to fall off a tin branch above a cliff that appeared out of thin air. As if a monster inside wanted to sleep, but heard me walking on sticks. Cracking the bark with the smallest but loudest sound you could hear from miles away. Finding the eyes wanting to close, but with the sound so clear. It makes it impossible to fall back asleep. The small cracks continue and the monster runs out and screams, roars and eats the one it lays its eyes on. Maybe it wasn’t the one cracking the branches or it was, it doesn’t matter to the monster. It just wants to sleep. 

When there is no one there to tame the monster, it will attack without warning. When there is no one that will tell the monster to go back to sleep. To say it is okay. You are safe to let the moment pass by. If you let the branches crack and the sounds escape through the hallway of this path. They will pass. They might bounce around, but they will leave you when you let them. Slowly the sounds will go another way. I moved around the sticks and they didn’t crack. Just step over the path as it grows wider and more comfortable to walk again. I can dance again while the monster watches me. Because it still cares for me. Even though it sometimes doesn’t understand something or someone. It just wants to be listened to. When I move along the sleeping place of the monster, it steps back in. I look back and wave. It looks kindly towards me with a soft smile in its eyes. It lays down on the soft but secure ground and closes its eyes.