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| Story ID: | 2297 |
| Written by: | Stacy Lynn Stiles (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Tomah WI USA |
| Year: | 2007 |
| Person: | Me as a Child |
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Growing up as a child I never wanted to sleep alone In fear of the darkness and most of all the unknown “Mommy is there monsters?” a question I would commonly ask Her reply was “Only on Halloween, the ones we see in masks” Still not satisfied with her answer and questioning her some more Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before Frustrated and exhausted she finally took me by the hand Looking under my bed, in my closet and even inside my night-stand “So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head” “It’s time to get some sleep my dear, now do as I have said” Respectfully obeying my mother; my little body trembling with fear Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear But as the darkness faded and uncomfortable silence came about I could hear the monster stirring, getting ready to come out Hoping the noises I heard were only my brothers messing around Pulling the covers over my head, hoping and praying not to be found The footsteps getting closer, the monster is almost to the foot of my bed I now can hear his heavy breathing, oh God how I wished he was dead Quietly he lifts my covers back and lays down in the bed beside me Touching, groping and mauling, trying to cover my eyes so I cannot see He took away my childhood and with that my trust and self-esteem A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem So yes my daughters there are monsters, everywhere we look Saying as I remember my childhood and everything he took © Stacy Lynn Stiles |
