Apr 2013
When I was little
a voice in my head
said
“there’s a monster underneath the bed”
Not liking the fear that he gave
a part of me was his slave
I needed to be brave
Look him in the eye
It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront
Eye’s closed.
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after one two three
There was nothing there to see!
a voice in my head
said
“there’s a monster underneath the bed”
Not liking the fear that he gave
a part of me was his slave
I needed to be brave
Look him in the eye
It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront
Eye’s closed.
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after one two three
There was nothing there to see!
This is an old one I just tweaked a little, I like it because it's my first memory of facing up to fear.
(Cornwall)
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