When I lay me down to sleep,
The monsters below begin to creep.
The farther down their nasty lair,
The stronger their hold, with strength to spare.
With sleep as my boat and dreams as oars,
I quietly sail and pray to the Lord
To steer me safely with the wind behind
Yet, I know He will test if my faith be blind.
With trepidation I sail into the deep,
Waters roughen, no voices speak.
From depths of stormy seas within me
Angry devils rise with fury.
Capsized, paralyzed, with no sight or words,
I am choking, flailing, with no aid coming towards.
I feel their grasp; merciless and hateful.
Tears, salt, sea, I swallow by the mouthful.
Thrashing in darkness, I continue to sink under.
I hope for intervention, lightning or thunder.
With the last of my sight, I see a blurred night sky…
Kicking for freedom, I strain my thighs.
Amidst agonizing defeat, a twinkling thought-
I suddenly remember old foes I’ve fought.
I surface for a second and gulp fresh air,
Awakened by wind tearing through my hair.
Tears into the sea,
These waters stir within me,
These ogres were born inside me,
From my very own darkness,
Anxieties brewing catastrophe.
I own these beasts – an ounce of pain, a ton of steel,
Their strength is my strength, I hold the reel.
My neck is bound by their grip
But the lasso is in my hands; I crack the whip.
Their hold is released, our roles reversed,
I’ve harnessed the dragon, undone the perverse.
Lacking oxygen, and fighting for sight,
I straddle this beast and bind it tight
At the throat and I pull until my veins are blue,
Destroying the lies that destroy my truth.
I kill this creature and stare into its eyes,
This wicked nemesis I’ve glimpsed many times,
With a face so vengeful and familiar,
Looking back at me from the window in my mirror.