“Mom!”
The creaks of the old metal bed frame pierce in the silent night from across the house.
“Mom!”
Footsteps on the hard wooden floor slowly making their way to my room.
“Yes darling?”
A shadow emerges into my doorway.
“I had a bad dream.”
The light flicks on and my eyes close tight.
A new weight set upon my twin sized bed,
the bad dreams release from my mind in my six year old body.
A warm hand grabs the back of my head and arms around my body.
“Theres nothing to be scared about, ***, no monsters in your room.” She checks underneath my bed.
A kiss upon my forehead and a rapid change to darkness,
I lay there with my eyes wide open hoping not to get this dream once more.
I hope I’m not the only one who this has happened to before.
When falling off your bike was the most unimaginable pain, but a band-aid seemed so magical.
What ***** about a split family is not being there for the other parent.
my biggest regret in life is not seeing my mom and sister enough.
But ****** mom these dreams are coming back and the only thing I can yell for at night is for the monsters in my head to go back to underneath my mattress where they belong and to leave me the hell alone.
I hate the quiet.
I hate not hearing dad watch Fox News in the living room because that meant you were in the bedroom.
I accept the fact that you and dad are never getting back together,
But I can’t find a day where I wouldn’t **** to come home to both parents and my sister at the dinner table.
Talking about how ******* the education system is,
How corrupted our government is,
I don’t even care anymore.
Mom my nightmares are coming back,
I look out the window and ask the moon for advice
and I can hear it talking I just cant unscramble the words in my mind,
when all it’s trying to tell me,
is there are no monsters,
you’re going to be fine.