Hope for my Monster

Just a little poem I wrote, I think that everyone can relate to.

Somewhere deep within me there it dwells

And it's slowly rising to the surface

My worst terror which was hidden in the horrid well

It's the other side of an abashed face

That face which I can only see

And I pray it doesn't swallow me in this phase

This time I know that it's not the end

But this feeling doesn't go away

It makes me shiver, shake and shatter

I can't comprehend my beliefs

The physical or mental existence

But I feel as though something inside is being divided

And I cannot close my eyes to myself any more

I'm not who I want to believe I am

I feel disturbing, I'm in awe of the lost simplicity

What was hidden in the corner of my unconsciousness

Has reached the top of the surfaces

It can now breathe, and the breaths are too sharp

I'm not lost any more

I'm here and I know what needs to be done

I tried to escape to illusion

I have conceived myself for too many seasons

I understand that the change has come

I will welcome it

There's still a flame, a timid flame

When I do the rights the flame will grow

It will take the monster on the surface

Flame can grab my shameful side

But I don't want to kill it, because I engineered it  

The flame can hug it, and burn it, and leave it hurt

But the ice from my heart will tender it

It will cool it and admire it

The ice will take it to sleep

With my thoughts I will see it melt

And then the monster will look at me in a different way

And I to it

The monster will come to the surface again

But it won't be the same

The monster will change

It will be my teacher

For I will look at it and see hope

Even the worst of us can change.