As children we all feared made up monsters.
We feared what was in the dark.
We feared places living men had ever been.
We feared hurtful remarks.
We feared the unknown.
We feared the names on every map we’d been shown.
As children, we feared being alone.
We feared of blood and broken bone.
But, we’re here, now we’re grown.
Now we wish we could go back again, to way back when, because now we know the real monsters are really men.
I pray to regain my child’s eyes, and my child’s fear, for I was afraid of made up monsters, but wish they didn’t disappear.
The truth is much more scary.