Bag of Bones

Every time I open my eyes

You – the monster are there

Banging at the wall of shame

That I hide behind in fear.

I’m a scared little girl

Praying for someone to save me

From you – the monster

No one ever comes and you continue

To take more from me than even I can see.

To take it back

Seems more difficult than one can imagine

It’s not just cracks to cover

But memories to give back to

You- the monster

I can no longer carry the weight of the stones

That have been laid upon my shoulders

My light from within now radiates from the cracks

Take back your stones

You – just a bag of bones.

Radiate | 2016 © | amanda mcneal

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