an ode to a beast
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to an inner demon; to a darker self; to someone who became so much more.

(part of "love letters to selves")

an ode to a beast

At first, I feared you. You were a monster, and here I was, trapped

At first, I feared you. You were a monster, and here I was, trapped in my body with you.

You were fangs, claws, hissed words and glowing, scornful eyes. A shadow, lurking always at the back of my mind.

You were fangs, claws, hissed words and glowing, scornful eyes. A shadow, lurking always at the back of my mind. I wished you would go away.

You were fangs, claws, hissed words and glowing, scornful eyes. A shadow, lurking always at the back of my mind. I wished you would go away. I tried so hard to make you go away.

But then, we both learned to *listen.*

But then, we both learned to *listen.* I listened to you, and saw how badly I was allowing people to treat me - treat *us.*

But then, we both learned to *listen.* I listened to you, and saw how badly I was allowing people to treat me - treat *us.* You listened to me, and saw how you had driven people away from you - from *us.*

I saw the chances I had not taken,

I saw the chances I had not taken, and you saw the chances that had been lost,

I saw the chances I had not taken, and you saw the chances that had been lost, thanks to fear,

I saw the chances I had not taken, and you saw the chances that had been lost, thanks to fear, to pride,

I saw the chances I had not taken, and you saw the chances that had been lost, thanks to fear, to pride, to shame.

And so we made our peace, and walked into the future, together.

And now I see you today: kneeling to speak to children, holding porcelain and hands with the utmost care -

And now I see you today: kneeling to speak to children, holding porcelain and hands with the utmost care - frail, small, lovely things in a world of coldness, of cruelty, that you rise to meet with iron in your eyes and sincerity in your soul -

And now I see you today: kneeling to speak to children, holding porcelain and hands with the utmost care - frail, small, lovely things in a world of coldness, of cruelty, that you rise to meet with iron in your eyes and sincerity in your soul - and I wonder how I could have ever wanted you gone.

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