The Creature within me

It’s like a lion down the jungle of my dispersed thoughts. Where my soul runs around the naked stems of the beautiful florets that once existed in it, hoping to find a single leaf from the ground that will give me a bit of hope.

It steps on the grounds and shutters the valley with its claws, digging nihility, so there is to grow nothing else but weeds. My spirit cries out the tears of sadness, watering the weeds within the jungle all day.

It sniffs the fear out of me, looking for my soul to devour, that even if I try to run away from it, it could still find me. Whether I’m alone, in church, at school or even in a crowd of people, for in my mind, it has found a jungle of its own. Where it plays with my thoughts day and night.

If only I could face it eye to eye, maybe I’d have known what is it that I could exchange to gain my peace back, but I feel like I already know its answer, “Your soul and spirit”, it’d say.