My Tyrant Beast

Sometimes I envision it as a worm, crawling into my ear.  A mutated Pac-Man, eating every little circle known as common sense, reason and understanding.  The worm devours everything that everyone else understands and leaves me with nothing but the giant puppy dog eyes of my foster dog staring at me, asking for love.  The worm eats everything that I believe others see as normal – I am not concerned with a perfect house, clothes without dog hair, or children to pass on my name.  All I am left with is peace.  A calm, knowing that today, I did what I could for this one.  It is far from enough to calm the tyrant beast that lives inside my soul – the one that exists just to remind me that there are many I did not save.  But today, it must be enough.  It will be enough.  It is all there is.