Monster Under the Bed

Monster Under the Bed

A Poem by Dindella

Once I thought I was the monster under everyone's bed,
The one that left scars in all their heads,
But as it turns out you see,
Although it took time for me,
I found that monsters are just things we fear because we do not understand.
So I've set off on a journey, yes, a journey, I say,
To know myself, to love thyheart, and never again
Will I be the mystery of me.

© 2014 Dindella


Author's Note

Dindella
The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3 I plan to some day make a career out of my writing, so I want my writing to be the best it can be and every comment or review will help me reach that goal.

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self discovery is a never ending quest and (spoiler alert) the older you get, the less you find you really know. i like the simplicity and brevity of this poem. i like poems that are deeper than they are long. that's rare. you did well. on the subject of monsters, though, this poem reminded me of a short essay i wrote on the subject. if you have the time or inclination, check it out at http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/invsbleman/319596/ . it's called Here There Be Monsters.


Posted 10 Years Ago


Lovely, it is nice to be the mystery for others and vice versa. I have had many failed attempt to develop knowledge about people where they have been and what they do, except today I had a breakthrough went to a book club meeting, but I only see the people at the meeting and know very little about them, it's nice to see them though and perhaps it does not matter to the extent that we share details of lives, though it would seem to me better if that were possible. Even though this is the first time I have read your work, it doesn't take much to observe a diligence about the others in the last line here with mystery of the self, which is free, I have been told to read biographies to be able to do this which are very great, I bet you have read some handful of biographies, though the encyclopedia is perhaps more to the point

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on November 19, 2014
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Dindella
Dindella

Ruther Glen, VA



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