The Monster Weekly

My brain is getting bigger.
My brain is growing every day.
My brain is expanding– the more I read, the bigger it gets.

All the monsters at school have begun to talk.
All the monsters are whispering and pointing.
All the monsters seem to be laughing at me.

It doesn’t bother me though.
It doesn’t bother me at all.
It doesn’t bother me one bit.

If my brain is a collection of all I’ve learned,
If my brain is a measure of all I know,
If my brain is a way for me to tangibly see…

How many words have raced around my mind,
How many ideas have travelled to the top,
How many stories have inspired a change in me–

I think I’m okay with that.
I think I’m more than okay.
I think that’s something I can be really proud of.

I’m going with my gut on this one.