Poetry In Motion

I tried and tried again and tried
Flinging my prayers up and wide.
But my back is still against the wall,
No one has answered my distress call.
As my monstrosities drew close
Their stench choke my nose.
I heard their hungry growls,
Some squeak, some crow like fowls.

The hooting of owls in the air,
Vibrates and my bowels stir.
I call out again and again,
But I call out only in vain.
Then I resolved with a spirit strong
To right all that has gone wrong.

I jumped into my heart and scried,
I read my own secrets and pried.
I became filled with comprehension
At what had filled me with apprehension.
I had been my own monstrosity!
That is a knowledge of great enormity!

When I lifted my eyes to look around,
My monsters were no where to be found.
Your problems and solutions always rhyme,
And can be found in the same place and time.