Monsters
I make monsters
out of molehills
as I toss my hair
and try to skip
over
and around them
or I blithely think
“I’ll kick them down”
but by then
they have already grabbed
my ankles
yanking hard
causing me to stop and sink
and who can skip
or think or kick
or blithely do anything
when you’re up to your knees
in monster’s muck
not me apparently
and so today
I simply
look and lock eyes
monster a monster
and wonder if they know
just who it is
they have in tow
-a.r.
Demon pet Painting: A Girl and her Demon Pet, by Omar Rayyan
This is a reposting of a poem that has become, I guess always is, relevant again. Also because I feel the month of October picking up speed towards me.
