Feb 2013
Shadows block the light away
For here is where the sun won’t shine
I shut my eyes in fear again
And pray that sleep will soon be mine.
I will not dare to lift my head
I can’t imagine what I’ll see
I think of how right now I’m in
The last place I would like to be
It doesn’t matter what they say
I know their stories are not true
For monsters really do exist
I know it cause I’ve seen them too
They pretend that they are shadows
Nonchalantly floating by
Sneaking around my little room
And scaring me until I cry
But when I see a little ray
Through the pale curtains in my room
When drops of sun light up my world
And steal away the night’s cold gloom
I know that all will be okay
It is what gets me through the night
Just knowing that in the morning
I’ll get to see that shining light
The sunshine blocks my fears away
For now is when the shadows hide.
I leap into the morning cause
I know that life is on my side.
For here is where the sun won’t shine
I shut my eyes in fear again
And pray that sleep will soon be mine.
I will not dare to lift my head
I can’t imagine what I’ll see
I think of how right now I’m in
The last place I would like to be
It doesn’t matter what they say
I know their stories are not true
For monsters really do exist
I know it cause I’ve seen them too
They pretend that they are shadows
Nonchalantly floating by
Sneaking around my little room
And scaring me until I cry
But when I see a little ray
Through the pale curtains in my room
When drops of sun light up my world
And steal away the night’s cold gloom
I know that all will be okay
It is what gets me through the night
Just knowing that in the morning
I’ll get to see that shining light
The sunshine blocks my fears away
For now is when the shadows hide.
I leap into the morning cause
I know that life is on my side.
I wrote this poem recently. It tells the story of a small part of my past. I have always had a fear of the unknown and sometimes the dark. Back then, when my fear was more prominent, I used to, as every child does, imagine that there were monsters hiding in my closet. I used to imagine what they were saying every night. They used to plot about "getting" me and it was almost like a scary game. Then, one night I realized that my mind was the basis for those fears and I imagined that the monsters were moving away and could never come back. I never was scared of them again after that. This poem shows all the emotions I used to feel at night before sleep finally overcame me.
(22/F/Florida)
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