When a man overcomes his fear of the dark

and resolves at last to journey down

into the dungeon of himself;

one tentative step follows another,

through ancient cobwebs and skeletons of dust,

till the damp floor of some forgotten cellar

meets him, as he shakes in terror

of the horrors that await him there.

Staring into this black hole,

the taste and smell of foetid life

tells him, with a shudder,

there is something here he has to face.

He thinks he sees a living shape

turning slowly – facing him;

the clink of chains on stone,

yellow sunken eyes, two points of light.

But no expected roar or threat,

only a whine of longing

and a wheezing moan of pain;

the man’s terror dissolves in shame.

With jolted memory and rising shock

he reaches out and frees that chain


– the ‘manly’ thing to do.

He leads this hairy creature, up

and away from those lost years,

away from that banished place

into warm revealing light.

Who hides beneath that matted stinking coat?

who lives inside that wretched twisted shell?

will this man truly know what’s his,

in the homecoming that took so long.

But now at last to welcome memories,

to grieve and learn again

to love such softness within,

to savour such sweet innocence.

And so discovering at last

vulnerability and power untapped

inside that man’s impregnable shell.

– The beast had been a beauty all along.

About Inner Ventures

Evolutionary Counsellor facilitator and guide on a spiritual path. Craftsman in wood, creative writer, environmentalist & change agent. This blog is my way of promoting my skills, ideas, concerns for the planet, creative work, spiritual searches and philosophy of life in a public forum.
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1 Response to THE BEAST IN THE BASEMENT – part one

  1. Lorraine Strong says:

    Great to read and experience your words of inner dwelling and courageous searching. Xxx


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