If my memoir is a monster
Taking on a life of its own
Does that make me Dr. Frankenstein
Madly nurturing what I’ve grown
Or am I more like Dr. Jekyll
Consumed by my Mr. Hyde
A raging egomaniac
Fueled by wanton pride
Maybe it’s Leviathan
The great monster of the sea
Tamed at last by God alone
Just like the sin in me
I wish it were a jigsaw puzzle
Of Bigfoot or old Nessie
With pieces that fit neatly together
Instead of being so messy
In the end it’s just my story
Dying to be told
One page at a time, not in rhyme
Hopefully before I am old
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Decided to share this for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub today.