Saturday, January 17, 2015

The Monster I Keep in my Pocket

There is a monster that I keep in my pocket everyday.
It is small and dark and completely terrifying.
But it is also small enough that I put it in my pocket for the day.
The monster is a killer with gnashing teeth and beady eyes.
People likely have similar monster in their pockets.
Some do and some don't; but I'll never know.
That's because we don't talk about the monsters in our pockets.
We all know some have them and some don't.
But we all act like no one has them at all.
Somewhere along the time it became easier to ignore the monsters.
Even though I carry mine with me it doesn't always bother me.
Some days I can almost feel like I don't have a monster at all.
I want to be one of those people without any monster.
We all want to be one of those people.
But we don't talk about our monsters.
When it acts out my monster can cripple me with doubt.
My monster can derail my life.
My monster can even take away my will to live.
I could take my life but then the monster wins.
I refuse to be beaten by this monster.
Or any other monster that may replace this one.

My monster is called depression.

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