Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed

Watch the shadows creep their way under to door.

Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement

The dark has an unexplainable power,

The power to cause illogical fear in the plainness of events.

The old boiler on this last leg under the floorboard,

Turns into howls of men with carrion seeping from their bones,

The power that causes my eyes to become unreliable

The valuables my hold dear turn to hideous creatures thirsting for my blood.

Shadows hang to the walls, whispering secrets to my ear

This was the moment

The moment that flipped the switch

From Child to Adult

Realizing that the monsters aren’t only in the dark

They could survive the light of day

And I felt at ease with the fact

That’s what growing up is all about.