In childhood’s tender years, I faced a monster’s fright
A terror that lurked in the shadows of night
Its presence struck fear in every heart
And left me shattered, torn apart
Its eyes glowed bright with wicked delight
As it whispered cruel and hurtful things in my ear
It laughed at my tears, my pleas and my fears
And left me feeling lost, alone, and filled with despair
But time went by, and I grew old enough to see
That the monster was just a figment of my mind’s eye
A product of fear, of vulnerability and pain
A symbol of the trauma that I couldn’t explain
But even though it was gone, its mark remained
A scar that lingered, a wound that wouldn’t heal in vain
I carried its weight, its shame, its guilt and its pain
And it seemed like it would forever remain
But one day I realized that I had a choice to make
To let the monster define me, or to break its hold on my life
I chose to face it, to confront the past and its shame
To let go of the pain, and to reclaim my name
I started to heal, slowly but surely as time went by
I learned to forgive myself, to let go of the lies
I learned to love myself, to see my worth and my might
And I emerged from the darkness into the light
The monster may have been real in my mind’s eye
But it’s no longer alive, no longer has a hold on me tonight
I’m free from its grasp, free from its chains
Free to live my life, to love and to heal from the pains
The scars may remain, but they’re a reminder of my strength
Of how far I’ve come, of how much I’ve lengthened
I’m no longer held back by the monster’s hold on me
I’m free to be me, to live wild and carefree
Therapy Bits 