You're the monster under my bed and in my closet
And I can't seem to get rid of you.
You creep into my most private moments
and I'm not sure I could lose you in a crowd
if I tried.
I'm helpless to the hurt you've caused me
and the ones I love,
they are as helpless as I am,
like when you appear
in my nightmares.
Someday your memory will leave
the inside of my eyelids
and I promise you,
this hurt will not exist
in my children's eyes.
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•Collateral Beauty•
PoetryA collection of poems. A rekindling of something I used to enjoy.
