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All grown up

by Angie Jenkins

When I was a child
I clung to a nightlight
To protect me from the ghosts and the
Boogeymen and the
Evil of the world
But now that I’m older I keep my
Nightlight in a box in my closet
For I know now that the real monsters
Do not live under my bed
And no amount of light
Will ever protect me from their darkness.


Posted on 01/25/2012
Copyright © 2023 Angie Jenkins

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 01/25/12 at 02:50 AM

so very true.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/25/12 at 04:26 AM

Real monsters? The greatest monster in life is our own fear. Anyone that can overcome their fear completely will never have another monster harm them again.

Posted by Mo Couts on 01/27/12 at 01:17 AM

So true...I find that I thought life was so much easier when monsters supposedly lived under our beds instead of all around us. What a gorgeous write.

Posted by Lori Blair on 03/17/12 at 01:47 AM

Perhaps the greatest protection we can have from such darkness is knowledge? great piece! thanks!

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