Fear

A monster dwells in our home
And I know not who to tell
He steals from me my safeness
And lingers where no one sees
At night, alone, I hear his footsteps
Moving swiftly, softly, nearer my door
Slowly, silently the knob turns
A sound so often heard before
Locks are only for the grown
And I’m young and small
My darkened house is quiet
Most slumber under the angel’s dust
Tightly curled beneath my blanket
I cringe, cramped with such fear
For within this house,
A monster stalks…
Not all my family sleeps

~ p. thibodeau-baker ~