Letter to the Monster

Oh, the horrid memories I keep,

they used to invade my nightly sleep.

Tortured, blistered, bruised, and broken flesh

Many times, anticipating my death,

welcoming the reprieve when the system took me

Memories, she is the little girl who lives in me

She wears a coat of silken armor,

as I wrap my protective arms around her.

She lives each day a new dream,

free of the horrors you bestowed upon me

We share each new adventure,

running free, me taking her to see all the things

in her childhood she had ever dreamed.

Me, a horse rider and wrangler, canine and feline mom,

scientist, writer, entrepreneur, and soon-to-be doctor.

You, locked in a cage for your treacherous deeds

I pray you never, ever be free.

Rise