The Monster Ate My Words

I had a phobia of words;

Not the monster under my bed.

This terror lived inside me

Up inside my head.

 

It ate my thoughts for breakfast

Asked for seconds

Then for thirds

I kept on feeding it

And it grew

But what I didn't know

Is that my courage would grow too.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

wrongavocado

This is a really great poem, it's super well written

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