She feels the beast raise its ugly head,
loosing a low grumble thundering through her.
It awakens to the sound of despair
that has filled the chamber of her heart.
Attempts to return it to its slumber
will work to no end.
Silently she suffers,
none know her true pain as it eats at her.
Slowly it takes chunks out of her soul
as she weakly combats its awakening.
She can cry out, but none hear her.
It is then she realizes that she is alone,
solitude of her own making, her own prison.
Just as it was her own mistake
that the beast arose within her.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017