When the monkey on your back is based in fear,
It’s difficult to take the reins and steer.
Your life, in the direction it was intended.
Instead a puppet on strings suspended.
Name the monkey and gain control,
Of your destiny, and your soul.
Expose it for all to see,
Then embrace the person you want to be.
A reality now understood,
The monkey feeds on falsehood.
Live your truth, and it will weaken,
Allowing your heart to shine as a beacon.
For others looking for safe passage,
And the strength to name their own baggage.
Battles may be lost, the war will be won.
Night falls, but rise does the sun.
Wear courage as a shield.
Stand together on the battlefield.
Let compassion be your sword,
And never underestimate the power of a word.