My mother told me there was no monster under the bed. I didn’t believe her then. I pulled the sheets over my face each night, leaving only my eyes exposed so I would be prepared when it crawled out.
Eventually I grew older and moved out of that room, into the real world. I graduated from high school, chose a major, entered the workforce and explored the rotating doors of love.
None of it was easy. My heart was broken over and over, and at times I didn’t know whether I was fighting my adversaries or my own self.
I remembered that bedroom from my childhood with fondness. And I realized that my mother had been right. The monster was never under my bed. It was prowling the streets, waiting for me.
The above is my contribution to this week’s Poet’s Choice feature on the Haiku Foundation blog. There is no selection for this feature, rather poets decide in the comments section which are their favourites for reading.
Haiku Dialogue: Poet’s Choice, Brevity
a kingdom of bright colours
Written for Carpe Diem #1720 Zinnia
the meadow lit up
with yellow smiles
Written for Carpe Diem #1717 Sunflowers
the poppies popping
Written for Carpe Diem #1716 Poppies
in the farthest aisle
a tear blossoms
only the twinkle
of city lights
Sometimes I wonder about the realness of things. Am I real? Are you real? Am I as real as you? Are you as real as me?
I feel the cold of rain as it hits my skin, and hear the whispers of trees as they send shivers my way. And surely this means that I’m a real girl.
But dream rain is just as cold, and dream trees whisper too. In the morning they are nothing but ghosts.
One day I, too, will be a ghost.
Then perhaps I am nothing but a dream.
she says the word