for the worst meltdowns
found in closets at midnight.
others live in the wild
retreating upon encroachment
intended and not
by well meaning adults
a three year old's terror.
she lives in silence
a blue sea,
blue seas can darken
in closed closets
as she waits.
Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt
My #6 for NaPoWriMo
The Journey Inward
A little rough, I will have to come back and clean this one up --
I had terrible nightmares and was a hypervigilant child. My father often found me in closets crying when I was three or so---there is a history there--
You have written it beautifully... so sorry to hear that it is related to your past..ReplyDelete
Remarkable piece of work!
Bless you :)
I've had my touch of beauty for the morning. Now I can go to work...well, two touches...I saw Bev too. :)ReplyDelete
Aww...a frightened and crying child tugs my heart. Great writing, Audrey!ReplyDelete
There is some beautiful storytelling in this poem. I would like to see some follow-up poems on this subject. I could identify with the nightmares as a small child.ReplyDelete
a bit spooky, Audrey ~ReplyDelete