The Monster Overhead
Sometimes it feels like
there's a monster overhead,
and not a polite one
like ones on Sesame Street.
That wouldn't be a bad thing.
This one's a giant
with pounding footsteps that stomp
until I can't think,
and make the ceiling collapse,
plaster falling everywhere.
I don't deserve this.
At least I don't think I do.
Maybe I am wrong.
Maybe he can't help himself.
Maybe he just needs a friend.
I can't think right now,
with all the noise inside me.
Maybe tomorrow.
~Elise Skidmore ©2025
It’s hard to think when the monsters are stomping around, disrupting your life. The only good thing is, when you’ve been through as much life as we have, you know the monsters will eventually quiet down. Doesn’t make the interim any more pleasant, though. [hugs]
Thanks, Linda. I wish the monsters were more like Oscar on Sesame Street. At least he pulls the lid down on himself and goes away as fast as he can. 🙂