Monsters

These monsters lay within us,
in the cracks and folds of our memories.
Where girls have skulls for hearts as they see,
too much death that shall harden and kill their souls.
And boys with ghosts in their lungs,
wisps and swirls of being exposed to fires they cannot say.
People with shadows folded into their scars,
where wars with themselves are marked as military graves.
Threads hold your bones into your body and brain,
a system of nerves too twisted and strong to let you feel anymore.
Where ears ring a repetition of words, barbed wire,
whispered into your ear to cloud your vision, taint your paradise.
We battle them as water and fire but,
we are merely two halves of one soul,
so when the pain returns,
it's like welcoming an old friend home.