Making maps of childhood Exploring great unknowns Escaping to uncharted woods To fix my broken homes From the sharpened sticks and stone And the daggers often thrown Though blunt and made of silverware They cut through bone and love we shared So always I alone
Was left to save the fantasies In words I wrote and read And picture perfect families Envisioned in my head For the dreams that made my bed Free from monsters that I fled By casting fears like spells abound When under covers I then found My nightmare light to shed
On each house-divided page And unhappy never endings In this tale of coming rage Torn out from my notebook rendings To a tune of doom impendings As the heroes of my youth defendings Vanquished all my villains slain With a sword of growing pain Pulled out from my play-pretendings