I wrote and posted this a few months ago I hope it is ok
to repost it here, if not let me know and I will remove it.
The Monsters of My Id
...scarred and scared, a child pleads with "God" for a miracle.
No longer the abuse nor the fear of discovery shivers her,
A feral beast in skirts, taunts with plagues of self doubt.
When perchance one may cast an unapproving glance,
the demon queen leaps, tearing her hair, amid howls of glee,
"Who do you kid? With your hands and those feet, that face?
You might do best to grow a beard." Though, assuredly she is
easy to behold and sounds as the birds, when she sings.
"Politely to you do they speak, at your back they laugh.
All think thou a fool!"
More insidious is another, which she has never seen.
The malefactor lurks out of periphery. With breath foul,
it leans and whispers, "What if..." Oh Lord, the sound,
it's voice is enough to steal the breath! "What if,
on this path, past the point from which non return,
all that has been lost and ridicule suffered,
"The heart being deceitful above all" you discover
your mistake. Fear not, though all will forsake you,
I shall remain to remind, only yourself is to blame."
Of the monsters in the Id, this one is dispised mostly.
Her's is the visage of the essence of youth,
tresses of flame hue, countenance fair and freckled.
At first encounter, words escaped me except to ask,
"Please, child you must tell me your name."
Her answer pierced my spirit to it's very quick,
"I am the vision of that which might have
been but now, for certain shall never be,
My name is Heather Rose."
