The Monster in my Life
It is the coldest, darkest part of
the night; the time just before the birds let you know that dawn is arriving –
that I am rudely pulled away from my gentle slumber by the monster. The monster’s name is Mr Naar Vomitus.
Oh, the longing to
get away from Mr Vomitus.
Pain one can handle; you can scream
or you can hurt yourself where you have no pain to focus the pain on someplace
else. But with Mr Vomitus, there is
nowhere to go. You can’t get rid of him
once he has you by the throat. It is war
– all-out war. I throw all my ammo at
him; it weakens him but he comes back time and again and suddenly – relief…reprieve
from heaven. Mr Vomitus is no more. This is the way I start my day, every
day. This is how I win the first fight
of the day.
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