Silly little monster” all would say.They’d scratch its head and turn awayuntil it snatched their tiny noses.They couldn’t even smell the roses!Ever after, every childdreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

The horses have stoppedtheir clippity-clop,but feet are too slowfor where I must go.So here I shall stayuntil light of daywhen clippity-clopgets my team underway.

The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.

An honest man won’t stoop to swindle, thieve, or tell a lie.Despite his need, despite the greed, an honest man would rather die.An honest man will seek out better, higher roads to take.Integrity and loyalty, an honest man will ne’er forsake.

A dragon grows in leaps and bounds,Like troubles mounting by the pound.Its stature heightens day to day,Imposing dread and deep dismay.A paralyzing roar it gainsWhile from its snout hot fire rains.It sees you shrink. Your fear it knows.And by the hour the nightmare grows.Unless you slay the dragon soon,Your troubles may become your doom.

Silence is my defense.The protector whom I trust.A sturdy shield,A loyal safe-keeper,A sentinel, impassable.Silence is my refuge.The shelter in which I hide.A peaceful home,A safe sanctuary,A fortress, impenetrable.

It’s okay to not be okay every hour of every day.It’s alright to not be right every time you have a fight.It’s just fine to not be fine every time you’re asked to shine.It’s all good to not be good at everything you wish you could.

My mind is a box, dark and lonely, enclosed.It is a place I cannot escape. My mind is a box,bright and busy, exposed.It is a place I can cultivate.

You tell me that yes, I can do it. I know. And I may do it, if I so choose.You tell me that no, I cannot. I say, Oh? I shall do it, since you refuse!