I was afraid of monsters.
Monsters under my bed,
Monsters in my closet.
Monsters in the shadows.
Leave the door open a crack,
Let the light in,
The noises, plug my ears,
Sleeping with one eye open.
Are they childish fears?
The thoughts in my head,
My imagination, is going wild.
Am I imagining this?
Who would have thought,
The monsters I tried so hard to hide from,
Weren’t the ones trying to harm me.
The monster trying to harm me, succeeded.
Who wouldve thought,
The monster lived in the open.
In the light,
In our house.
The monster crushed my innocence,
Crushed my spirit,
Terrorized my soul.
Destroyed my youth.
The monster lost,
The monster is gone,
I stand high on my victory.
I stand high on HIS glory, HIS love.
I STAND FOR ME!
An Emotional Writer, With Hope at the End of the Sentence! 