The Monster in the Dark
I bought a house, to be a safe place, where I could live my life and raise my children.
A home full of light and love and happiness, where, once the door was closed, we were safe me and mine.
I knew about monsters, that they were real and they existed, so I was cautious and careful. I monitored and I watch and I loved and I laughed.
But time came when something slipped past my guard, past my ever watchful eye and came into my home.
The monster came in the shape of a child, ousing an evilness and a blackness that I did not see, invading every crook and cranny, disturbing the peace and harmony of my once safe place.
But still I did not see, for the monster made me blind.
And now I know more about monsters than I ever wished to know, that they can shape change, face change and take many forms, that they can steal your heart and your soul and leave a void that can never be filled.
The monster in my life has stolen my past, my memories, although life moves on and forward, there is a shadow that cannot be brightened, a darkness that cannot be filled with light.
To find peace, I have had to accept, that a part of me will now always be forever black, there will always be a chasm that will remain empty.
So I have bought a new house, a new home, to fill with light and love and happiness once again.
And although a part of me will always yearn for the past, I know, that with love and patience and time, I can be happy once more.
My home is slowly filling with hearts and arts and crafts. With love, with light and with laughter, with dragonflies and butterflies and signs of a new start, a rebirth.
I will keep a more watchful eye and this time, in this life, in this home, no monsters will slip by.
We will be safe and at peace again, me and mine.