Night Lights
I couldn't sleep the other night, so I went downstairs and started looking at my family's pictures on the shelves above our fireplace. I got an idea for a new poem, so I went with it, and this is how it ended up (:
Night Lights
Picture frames in dark corners on the shelves,
I look around and can hear the silence’s yells.
There is only the darkness that surrounds me in this place,
It is something I wish I did not have to face.
Yet, I am here alone in the night,
Tiny creaks in the house have been giving me a fright.
I remember back to when I was a little girl,
The scariness of the dark: my greatest fear in the world.
Back then, a night light was able to make things alright,
As long as there was light and a stuffed animal in sight.
But, night lights only save you when you can’t see,
In the daytime, they have no use, they just be.
As we get older, we don’t use night lights as much,
We’re too old; they’re for little kids and such.
But, now and then, even us “big kids” need a night light or two,
The fact that we’re not scared of anything isn’t true.
But, I’m not sure that night lights come in big enough sizes for the fears some of us carry around,
We can go all our lives, holding onto them, never making a sound.
Keeping things inside of us only breeds the fear, though,
It continues haunting us, a devastating blow.
If we could open up and let things out,
Like we used to be able to after being tickled out of a pout,
Then, maybe we wouldn’t be so afraid to let our fears out and let others in,
And we’d take our night lights back and erase our sins.