Monsters
They live everywhere
But I remember
When I was little
I was sure they were under my bed.
I remember laying there
On the edge
Looking over
& knowing if I could see them
& knowing if I could see them
Then I could conquer them.
I couldn't lay against the wall
At my back
Couldn't just sit there & wait.
So I layed there
Looking down
Over the edge
At the carpet
The floor close enough to touch
If I braved my arm out that far.
And I tell you
The scariest thing in the world
To a kid laying in the dark
Is the floor below.
The unknown
On the way there.
What lays there in the dark
Waiting to get you
On the way down.
And you discover that
The rest of life isn't that much Different.
That the reach down to nowhere
Is scary as hell
Cause it's the Monsters waiting to get you
That you can't see
That scare us the most.
But
As you reach farther
In the dark spaces below
It becomes easier to see.
That the only thing I was afraid of
Was me.
The Floor Below
Hope & Survivors
Recovery
Series
Lisa Knigge
October 21, 2014
lisaknigge
straythoughts.
blogspot.
com
Poetry Blog
&
Hopeful Survivor
Journal
At the carpet
The floor close enough to touch
If I braved my arm out that far.
And I tell you
The scariest thing in the world
To a kid laying in the dark
Is the floor below.
The unknown
On the way there.
What lays there in the dark
Waiting to get you
On the way down.
And you discover that
The rest of life isn't that much Different.
That the reach down to nowhere
Is scary as hell
Cause it's the Monsters waiting to get you
That you can't see
That scare us the most.
But
As you reach farther
In the dark spaces below
It becomes easier to see.
That the only thing I was afraid of
Was me.
The Floor Below
Hope & Survivors
Recovery
Series
Lisa Knigge
October 21, 2014
lisaknigge
straythoughts.
blogspot.
com
Poetry Blog
&
Hopeful Survivor
Journal
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