The Monster Inside, Part II

There is a monster in my mind

that churns out odd and peculiar thoughts

if I try to chain that monster down,

it changes form

and slips through the handcuffs

yet I speak its name

and it comes bounding to its master

I suppose we both know that I am the

true servant

I fall victim to a thousand misplaced dreams

but they are my life

they keep me moving

I am the monster

I stretch out my hands

to grasp at threads

becoming strings

which lead to ropes and vines

and nets

someday, they'll hold me

and help me climb to the top

today, I fall through

tomorrow, I fall through

but someday, I'll reach the top

the highest peak of my existence

I am a writer -

a "poet", so to speak-

an actress

an entrepreneur

a friend and enemy of the people

a lover of music and conversation

a radical

a rebel

and a saint

and who would bring this person down from 

her endless climb?

and who would blame her?

the strength to climb

is the strength to dream

and the monster in my mind is power unleashed

- March 21, 1984, A.D.