Poets Access

Menu+

The Monsters Were Never Under My Bed

by Nikita Gill

The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.

I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.

Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

• Abraham Lincoln

I turned the key and opened wide the door To enter my deserted room again, Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain. Was it not ...