What do we do with the monsters?
When we were children
we would play with torches
and with sheets.
Do you remember?
How we would run down hallways,
jump around corners
and scare each other in the dark.
is what we’re to remember
in the moments that we recoil
Sometimes we’re not sure what it is
that rings our bells,
causes a rise inside.
Nevertheless we know that
dealing with monsters,
whether of the external
or internal kind –
it’s sometimes hard to discern.
We can’t easily point a finger,
that doesn’t send three
back to us.
But I wonder
if we can recall
of pulling sheets from siblings,
and laughing with them
in the dark.
We might protect ourselves from harm then,
and safeguard ourselves apart.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
“Everything can be taken from a man or woman except for one thing, the last of human freedoms, to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”
Victor E. Frankl
2 thoughts on “A Poem: Monsters”
Frankl was an amazing man. Man’s Search for Meaning was one of my study projects in Clinical Pastoral Education
Oh, thanks Michael. That must have been so interesting. Bless you for commenting.
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