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All grown up
by Angie JenkinsWhen 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.
01/24/2012 Posted on 01/25/2012
Copyright © 2025 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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