Self-Preservation

CHANGEinWAVES

Covers pulled tight over my head
Waiting for the boogie man
Closet doors are wide open
And the smell of fear in the air

The wind outside howling
My body grows tense
pitch black in the night
as my breath fills the space

fear for the unknown
and the capture of faith
truth and forgiving
tomorrow and space

I shrink down deeper
Hoping I am lost
For dreams escape me
And hair stands on end

footsteps grow near
doors creak in the night
I hear it come closer
I shiver from fright

Slowly forced to react
And peel back the cloth
I see standing before me
All that was lost

Myself in a sundress
Childhood hair
Big widened eyes
And an untainted heart

She stairs at me blindly
Feeling the fear
Takes off the covers
And brings me in near

A warm tender embrace
Is all that was needed
Her arm disappear
And so does the fear