By Kathleen Kline
I fear the monster that has been lingering in the shadows.
It is a complex and toxic monster.
Is it an ordinary monster?
My story is not unlike others out there.
It has, undeniably, caused my movements to become slow and purposeful,
There are times I struggle putting one foot in front of the other.
But struggle I do.
I will honor my responsibilities.
I will honor my gift.
No matter that I feel the monster creeping up on me.
The monster looms ever nearer to thee.
I have decided to walk, one foot in front of the other, even though I would like to run,
I hope I have made the right decision.
I do not have the strength to fight much more.
I feel the monster it is laying in waiting.
I fear it will consume me.
The visits come more frequently.
And I feel the loss of self … looming, like a stalker in the night.
I push the monster away, but it is getting stronger.
I am faltering under its tenacity.
As I fall on bent knees I pray I do not implode.
I feel it trying to take over.
I pray the monster does not win, but fear it will.