( WP ) Poetic description of a haunting .

It began when I was six years old 
 
 Grunts and growls and roars. 
 
 It ’ s just your imagination I was told. 
 
 There is nothing behind your closet doors. 
 
 I always knew that they were wrong 
 
 Because they thought that I was scared, 
 
 I knew this monster did not belong 
 
 My subconscious saw it was ensnared. 
 
 
 One night it made an awful din. 
 
 I asked “ are you alright? ” 
 
 It cried “ I can ’ t fit inside my skin, 
 
 It hurts me every night. ” 
 
 A year and a month passed before 
 
 It screamed or roared again. 
 
 “ Talk to me please ” I would implore 
 
 I need to see I ’ m sane. 
 
 
 One night I heard a longing moan 
 
 It deepened to a throaty cry 
 
 “ You do not have to be alone 
 
 Come to my bed and lie. ” 
 
 
 Emerging from my closet slowly 
 
 saying, “ Are you not afraid? 
 
 I am a creature most unholy, 
 
 Of darkness and of shade. ” 
 
 
 “ You are in pain; I can see, 
 
 I ’ ll hold you if you need, 
 
 Come to my bed and stay with me, 
 
 And from your hurt be freed. 
 
 
 It slid across to my bed, 
 
 Every movement Wracked with pain. 
 
 It lay down next to my head, 
 
 And connected with my brain. 
 
 
 That night we talked about myriad things 
 
 Without a single word 
 
 It dreamed of one day having wings 
 
 And flying like a bird. 
 
 
 I said “ I love you, take me with you ” 
 
 And kissed it on its face 
 
 It rose up wrapped in spectrum hues 
 
 An avatar born of grace. 
 
 
 Great wings unfurled from its back 
 
 Spanning my entire room. 
 
 For a moments time my jaw went slack, 
 
 Its radiance as a rose in bloom. 
 
 
 She smiled to me then and spoke. 
 
 “ I ’ m saved from things you can not know, 
 
 Torn from this unholy yoke. 
 
 Let us now arise and go! ” 
 
 
 Every night from then to now, 
 
 She and I fly high and far 
 
 Bound together by a vow 
 
 We dance with the moon and stars. 
 
 
 I hope that when I am old and frail 
 
 She ’ ll come to me one last time 
 
 And as my body starts to fail 
 
 We can rise up to the great sublime. 
 
 
 So don ’ t fear the monsters in your head, 
 
 Or any place in your soul. 
 
 Embrace them with no hint of dread. 
 
 And they will surely make you whole.
