Monsters in my Closet

What a chaotic day!
Emotional and physical baggage
of which I’ve carried for months.
Oh, these bags and tags!
There’s been far too much time for me to think.
It's an endless and sharply edged chattering.

I’m in reflection of the weeks gone by.
I’m seeing my monsters for the first time.
My ego is finally getting the attention it deserves;
a candid visual of my darker shades.
There are plenty of grays in this color palette.
It frightens me enough to investigate.

So I dare to ask the questions,
the ones that shoot fire into my bones.
What am I willing to accept?
What am I willing to explore?
When do I draw the line?
I listen silently and gently to not wake the monster again.