Green monsters pounding down the street
Shooting fire and roaring their helplessness
Small kindnesses are not always mercies
since they don’t mean there is hope
They meant she didn’t care any more.
Green monsters stomping all over you
You could have been keeping a safe distance
Building armour and a fortness of protection for yourself.
Fortresses keep out monsters.
Now you’re weakened from the attack
But the tools are still there.
Build the protection now.
Better late than never to raise the bricks and the sword
so you can stand up for yourself.
You can defeat the monster.
Shawn L. Bird 