Marley Jade Poet Free verse

The Monster Under The Bed

I no longer check under the bed for monsters, 
I don't run when I turn out the light, 
Or hide under my blanket when I hear a noise, 
I don't run up the stairs, scared to look behind, 
I no longer cry for my mom to check the closet. 
Not because I don't believe, 
But because I have found worse monsters.

At first they arrived in fury, 
Cabinets slamming. 
Feet stomping.
Voices screaming.
But that was only the beginning.

You see, 
I could run from those monsters. 
I found comfort in small spaces, 
spaces the monsters couldn't reach me. 
That was until I started seeing monsters everywhere.

Not only in my home but in the streets, 
in the grocery store, 
in the halls, 
even in the people around me.

No matter what I did it felt like the monsters were surrounding me, 
Suffocating me, 
Leaving me no air to breathe. 

As I grew older I began to realize those monsters weren't real. 
The real monster appeared in flashing lights, 
Bright screens, 
Pictures,
Mirrors,

It turns out, 
The real monster 
Was me. 

The monsters I had seen as a kid? 
Those had been me. 
MY imagination. 

The monsters I had always seen all around me? 
That was also me, 
refusing to see the bad in myself. 

And lastly, 
The monster in the mirror. 
It was my own reflection. 

Each time I wake I see the monster grow,
Slowly consuming more of me, 
Taking over everything. 
My interests.
My talents. 
My personality. 
The things that make me really me.

I no longer check under the bed for monsters, 
I don't run when I turn out the light, 
Or hide under the blanket when I hear a noise, 
I don't run up the stairs, scared to look behind, 
I no longer cry for my mom to check the closet. 

Instead, 
I close my eyes and think of the monsters in my head.

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Danny Derden July 10, 2025 at 7:18 PM Your poem is striking, introspective, and emotionally layered. You build a powerful transition from external fears to internal reckoning, ending with a quiet, brave confrontation. Truly evocative writing.

Beata Agustin June 16, 2025 at 4:52 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.