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The Monster I Created

by marisa-lu-makil

The monster I created To protect myself as a child Is incredibly hard to manage. Her skin is thick, blackened with charred emotions And corded armor And nearly impenetrable. She stands tall and menacing To others And to me While a little girl cowers behind her. I only ever see her when it's dark. I've never seen her smile. I'm not sure she has one. Her face is unreadable Unless you read the language of violence And I'm hesitant To be happy to say That I'm slowly forgetting How to read that text. She allows me to fear Without being afraid And she stands in front of me At once blocking me from sunburn And the lovely warmth of sunlight Her hair is long and greasy, always draping down her shoulders Because no one ever told her to wear it up She does what she wants, And I envy her for that. The monster I created To protect myself as a child Is incredibly hard to manage. She holds a sword in one hand And a whip in the other. She doesn't carry a shield– She is the shield. Her hands are always tightly wrapped Around weapons Never once releasing them. Her back is strong– Sometimes it's all I see of her. She stands before me A menace And a warrior All at once, Her ebony eyes rimmed with silver determination. The monster I created To protect myself as a child Sometimes refuses to rest. I've told her that she isn't needed anymore I've tried to soothe her with soft words And gentle affirmations But she calls me weak And says she'll stay until I'm strong. I've tried to pry the weapons from her hands But it's like her fists are glued to them They're a part of her, now, And they can't be wrested from her grasp– Not if she doesn't want to let them go. I keep trying to save her But I'm not sure she wants to be saved. The monster I created To protect myself as a child Needs my protection now. She doesn't know how to be gentle, So she pushes away Anyone who gets close To either of us Including the woman I am trying to be. She snarls and hisses And shouts until they leave She asserts herself With hatred Instead of dominating with love She keeps trying to protect me But she doesn't understand That I can protect myself now. She doesn't need to do it anymore. The monster I created To protect myself as a child Is a woman I thought I would need to become To survive in this world. She's the woman who I saw And knew Would keep me safe When no one else did. They should have. She's the one who affirmed that Safety is an illusion. But promised she would do her best. And she has. Safety is not an illusion, But the monster I created To protect me as a child Has done her best. She's only doing her best. And it's my turn to take care of her now.
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May 20
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