Inside everybody is a monster
and the monster whispers that it is everybody
but actually it’s a nobody
nothing of substance
except a blackened strip of velcro
to which every negative word and memory clings like lint
Everybody isn’t out there
It’s in here
And when it stands up
it becomes
nothing but a curtain you walk through
to access your dreams.
love it! feel like this is a curtain opening to bring in the bright sun of a glorious morning, into my rather darkened bedroom – thank you <3
I can picture that, lovely, enjoy the sun ☀️
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Fabulous metaphor, creative Kate. Love your expansive poetic ponderings. ✨
Thanks Michelle, I’m a wandering pondering brain that keeps forgetting where it has put its glasses 👓😂
I understand. 😂
Thanks for sharing this idea Anita
Thanks for reading Anita 💕