no more hiding under the bed

Tears flow
from a pain
that is still
raw.

How do I
protect and cradle
that which no longer
fits in my arms?

It burns
in my chest.
I have no air
to breathe this better.

Tell me God,
how do I fix it
this time?
Show me what to do.
Once again,
you have me down
on my knees.
Begging.

Take his pain
away.
Give it to me.
Breathe life
back into his mind.
And into his veins.

A broken child
that I shielded
with my body,
now lies

beaten
battered
and bashed

in mind
and body,

but mostly……soul.

I choke on my tears
as my heart trembles.
I clench my jaw
in rage and
feel sick.

No more hiding
under the bed
until the monster has gone.
We’re too big to fit now.
But the monster is
still here.
It never left.
It only changed
its mask.

How do I fight
this demon?
The toxins
that damage
and destroy.
Rotting and
corroding your mind.
I hear you in there,
trapped and
suffocating.
Tell me how
to reach you.

I need you to choose
Life.

My words
have lost their
volume.

no more hiding under the bed

  • Artist
    Notes
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Artist's Description

this is for the women
who sit up
night after night,
searching for a way
to heal
those they love.


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