If you would see my past you’d think it’s a monster
Hiding under bunked beds and shadows
Leering in the unknown truth that honesty is freedom
Unattractive to the possibility of pain
It stands in closets
Waiting for the curious and ignorant to appear
Prepping its usual aids for anyone who enters
Rearing ugly heads in the face of disposition
Tame as long as truth stands guard at every fixture
I am a night light
Standing in the mist of monsters
Daring one to prowl into the corners of my mind
Where secrets sleep and imperfection lingers
When my closet cracks open as if a monster will appear
I illuminate
With forgetful seas and everlasting mercies
My monsters stay in their place
Under restful faces
Stored in closets no one cares to open
