Night, you used to scare me.
Nightmares. Flashbacks.
Are the doors locked?
Dad’s home, right?
He won’t come back.
You are safe.
He will no longer hurt you.
You will be fine.
Don’t tell me how I should be.
I am me.
Don’t yell at me.
I’m lost.
I’m good now.
Night used to scare me.
Entry for Sunday Stills hosted by Hugh’s Views and News.
Thank you for linking back to Sunday Stills. Your poem was terrific to read.
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Thank you! 😁
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Found you through Sunday Stills, Hughs blog 🙂 Lovely poem and picture!
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Thank you! Happy you like it!
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