Children think inside their heads
That if they keep a nightlight on
The "monsters" underneath their beds
Might take flight – yes, they'll all be gone.
I might admit to my nightmares
And think I have no way of healing.
Wonder whether I'd fare
Better if I thought about revealing
My fears of darkness, feeling numb...
No, I won't! I can't succumb.
Breaking out in a cold sweat,
Triggered by memories I can't forget.
I hate the darkness, I hate the night.
All I need is a small light.
But I'm too afraid to say the words