The Monster Under My Bed

It makes the advent of dusk fill me with dread.
It’s the monster under my bed.

It makes me tip-toe across the room and run back instead.
It’s the monster under my bed.

It makes me want to pull the blanket over my head.
It’s the monster under my bed.

But what if it was there not to scare, and that I had been misled?
What if it was there to protect, as I lay in bed.
To teach me to carefully tread.
To care for me if I ever bled.

To show me the beautiful day ahead.
To understand words unsaid.

It was the monster under my bed.

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