His twisted hands will grasp at throats
Of men who merely want to live,
To love the world that’s shattered by
A world of ghosts and ghouls that haunt our dreams
And pull our lives down to the ground.
Those monsters tear the shroud of gloom
That cloaked the days we longed to love.
But we are humans and utopias
Will never be reality, never work
In way that are so feasible.
We’ll always be this scared,
fearing for our lives; being but a child
Makes so little difference here.
Those monsters will still come for you
In your adult world.
I’m sitting in a little side room listening to a lesson on A Monster Calls with Year 7 going on next door to me. Year 7 students are 11-12 years old so they are just at that age where they know that monsters and Santa and fairies don’t exist. They want to see the world scientifically and question everything that they are told.
However, the novel that they are learning about almost reintroduces the idea of monsters still existing even when you are that little bit older. They are at that in between age where they are too cool for everything, but I wonder when that fear will seep back into their lives?
All of us adults have monsters that we deal with and most of us would not feel too cool to admit that. For me, I worry that I am not enough and that I am evil and that everyone can see these awful flaws. That is the monster that keeps me awake at night.
I wish we lived in a world where our metaphorical monsters could be spirited away but, unfortunately, the world is quite a scary place and it makes me sad to know that those Year 7s I can hear next door will come to know that over the next few years of their lives. I hope they keep hold of their coolness for as long as they can….
2 thoughts on “a monster calls”
You’re so right. We all have monsters, even if we don’t call them by that name. We all have those things that scare and haunt us, and threaten to jump out at us. Your poem expresses it beautifully.
Wow, that’s deep…