My mother and my sister used to tell me
that going to sleep crying
would only result in nightmares.
But the tears would keep on falling
from my little brown eyes.
So one of them would sit on my bed
and hold me in their arms,
against their chest,
while stroking my hair.
They'd shush away my fears,
my sadness, my anger,
until good dreams were guaranteed.
I need someone right now,
to hold me in their arms,
accept my tears against their chest,
stroke my hair,
and shush away my fears.
I'm terrified of the nightmares.