staring up at the ceiling
all too often
I look for shapes in the shadows
on the walls
when I used to love finding
shapes in the clouds
I am laying in my bed
immovable in a solace of warmth
and protection
underneath blankets
and cotton sheets
remembering how I used
to crave the warmth of sun's rays
I am laying in my bed
wondering how
daylight now scares me
more than the monsters
that used to come alive in darkness
how each day is now a fire
I must pray for the strength to smother
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