When I was young,
I believed in monsters.
As I grew older,
I left those fables behind.
I lived in misery for many years,
and only in hindsight did I find—
I stopped fearing the monsters in my closet,
the ones beneath the bed,
the ones that come in the night—
but I forgot the ones in my head.
In my ignorance,
I did their bidding—
the fears and desires
that traded lies
for what is true.
The real reason
they tortured me so
is that the One I truly forgot
was You.
When I was young,
I might have been
wiser than I knew.
I feared the dark
as if it’s where evil grew.
There are monsters—
and they unwittingly
shaped me into one
trying to survive,
while denying why
the nails
were driven through.
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