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Morning

The Elephant of Everyday comes stomping through my door

roaring and tromping and crashing about

blowing his trumpety horn

 

the prowling Panther of Performance

from the closet slides into the room

and circles my bed, growling, as he passes my head

hideous goals he lets loose

 

the Snake of Selfishness and Self-Centered Living

slithers from under my bed

he slides up the frame and under my sheets

as he curls up and warms my feets

 

the Black Lion of Pride struts into the room

strong and boasting and loud

living with no help, providing, perfect

telling me how I'm not him

 

the Otter of Overwhelming Panic

slaps into my room, jabbering and fretting about

running into my desk and my chair and my walls

worrying and biting his ever shortening nails

trying to find his way out

 

the Shadow Lady strides into my room

eye contact trying to make

the envelope pushes, seduction gushes

objectification she offers me to take

 

first I try to kick and pry

the snake off of my legs

but he tighter clings and up my torso climbs

his scales piercing my sides

 

with a snake on my neck

I sit on my bed, my feet touching the ground

and kick and shout at the panther as he

around me continues to prowl

 

he slashes and bites at my feet and legs

cutting and gouging my flesh

the panther still fighting, I manage to rise

and focus on the Black Lion of Pride

 

he sees me coming a mile away

and talks me to my knees

I yell and scream 'till I am hoarse

and shake as I weep bitterly

 

as I kneel, below me runs

the otter, stammering anxiously

I chuckle with malice as he bumbles away

misery loves company

 

quickly I jump up, out of the way

of the Elephant of Everyday

I kick his foot as he continues to thrash

he does not notice, or even sway

 

I turn around and face to face

the Shadow Lady's eyes

back me into a corner as I

fail to look away, but feebly try

 

so on my knees I whimper and cry

as the Gorilla of Guilt comes in

his padded feet near, his thick body looms

as he raises his huge tight fist, to close the tomb

 

I deserve this I've fallen

I'm no use at all

I can't uphold myself

on whom can I call?

 

I'm ****** and broken

inside and out

I fight and lose

then I cry and shout

 

"Stag of Solace, come near to me

I fail at fighting, this is my plea

thrash these menaces, clean my heart

I want to feel near you, never to part"

 

immediately, a rumbling sound

came from the hall, increasingly loud

they looked at each other, anxiously

then watched the door, slowly backing away

 

the Stag of Solace smashed through the door

splintering, crushing, a wood shrapnel shower

through the door and into the roaring

Black Lion as, through the window he's rammed,

slashing and crying

 

strong, poised, graceful he stood

his sharp eyes narrowed, eyeing this zoo

slowly the animals backed away

into the darkness, for now, to stay

 

his fur was short and sleek and brown

he wore compassion, ivory peace his crown

he came to me, I could not look

he lifted my eyes, bade me come

his shadow, protection, I took

 

To me he whispered:

my child you strive, you fight on your own

you think you can do this, you can not alone

your sin will never separate you from me

I save you, I purify, I set you free

 

he nuzzled my forehead

my wounds went away

he spoke once again

this time to me and the fray

 

the day is coming when I will return

to get rid of the zoo, it will surely burn

for you no more wounds or tears or fear

those things that burden you, never again, will be near

 

look and wait, for when I come

I come to save and restore

it will be done

 

until then you will have

trouble when you run

but take heart, for I am near

I hear you, I answer, I have overcome

 

he nuzzled again and strolled to the door

turned and looked, and let loose a fierce roar

charging away, he powerfully ran

his echo in my head, "I will help you be a man"

 

and slowly I got up and began to dress

thinking upon the Stag and me

his sin filled, ugly, made beautiful mess

 

I will still, to my dismay

entertain this masquerading zoo

but the Stag is in and with me

all things he makes new

 

and I fight and lose and strive to this day

but because the Stag of Solace helps me

I shall never, not ever, be put to shame

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Written by
matthew-rowe
American
Published
Aug 18, 2010
Lines·Words
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Notes

1 Corinthians 1:30

Psalm 91:1

Psalm 130

Isaiah 50:7

Hebrews 9:27,28

Galatians 2:20

2 Corinthians 5:17

John 16:33

Isaiah 30:19

2 Peter 3:10-13

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