Under The Covers
As a child,
I saw scary faces
And monsters out to get me.
But then I’d pull the blankets over head,
Where it was safe and warm.
Everything disappeared:
It was just me and happy memories.
I was no longer scared
Because my flimsy blankets
Were a sanctuary.
It felt like the greatest protection in the world,
Like it blocked out the chilling things.
I never thought I’d see the day
When I would no longer need the covers
For protection.
Turns out I was right;
The only thing I would never reveal
To anyone I meet,
Not even my closest friend would know,
That I still need my childhood shield.
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