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Approaching Behemoth

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Nature created this abnormal beast

A wish of ability to outlast defense

The hunger to kill to battle for peace

A fight for the truth but somehow pretense 

He came at me with a loud raging roar

The deafening sound was something all abhor

Frightening beyond anything ever felt

I cannot wait, I see my spelt  

that is not the way that this story ends 

I sneak out the window there is no mend

I run and I hide throughout this long night 

Bleeding and weeping, what’s yet to come? 

Will I ever get to see the sweet sun?

I hear his thunder, I hear his roar 

I run and I knock on some strangers’ door.

There is no time there is no place 

I hid in the bushes wishing for mace 

In the next moment I see his face 

Smiling as if nothing were wrong

He kneels asking what is the matter?

Why are your clothes all torn and tattered? 

Why are you shaking my love, you are shattered?

He does not remember what has just happened

I wish I could forget

I did 

until today

I remembered the games he would play

The fighting the trauma the mess the dismay

And then one night almost the end

Nothing recalled nothing to mend

I drove all night to start a new

Now I know why I left you

Much Love 💜 Much Life

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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