“There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.”
I remember when I was 7 years old and my parents told me to go to bed. I can recall pulling back my blankets and clearing everything in the path from my bed all the way to the light switch. You never knew what could trip you up the moment you flipped the switch and total darkness surrounded you. I can remember that heart stopping moment when I ran from my light switch and leapt in to my bed just hoping that nothing grabbed my little feet and dragged me away. I was like a cartoon character whose feet never touched the ground. A hop here, a scurry there and an eventual leap all in superfast motion and I was safe…at least until I had to use the restroom and that was a whole new adventure. Even at 36 my heart sometimes still stops as I flip the switch and head to bed. Oh how the monsters from childhood still haunt me now.
Monsters come in many shapes, forms and oddities. We each have our own fears and monsters. They range from the fairy tale trolls to real tragedies that have affected are lives. Some of us are even our own personal monsters. Today we want to hear about some of your monsters. You don’t have to reveal the stuff you wish not to. You can just tell a story with your poem. Maybe take your pen and expose a little bit of the Edgar Allen Poe in you or let the big bad wolf win one for once.
We look forward to reading your words about monsters but just give us a moment to pull back the covers and to make sure that the path is clear to our beds before you turn out the light.