The Monster Within

And late at night sometimes,
when the moon glows softly
through the dirty window pane
I see my reflection & deep into
my heart at the monster
I have become:
knuckles white with anger, heart
of stone, callused with hurt,
emotionless eyes and a smirk.
But the shining stars glimmer as the
moon whispers secrets in the wind,
reminding me, I am simply human:
blood red, old scars showing
me I survived and somehow
always learning to smile again.

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“The Monster Within” Digital Art by jdr

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