The Monsters in my Bed

When I was younger there were monsters that hid under my bed. They waited until I was alone and the lights were out and then, when I was most vulnerable they would creep out from underneath my bed. Their shadows would flicker across my room as they moved towards me, ready to strike. 

As I grew older I stopped believing in the monsters. I could lie in my bed at night and fall asleep without worrying about the various monsters that may or may not have lived under my bed. I found safety and comfort under the covers of my bed and knew that if I was in bed then none of the world’s monsters could get at me. 

But I was wrong. The monsters still exist and they still hide under my bed. They are not the big scary monsters of my childhood imagination though. They are the terrifying shadows of emotions with which I have not yet dealt. They are all the bad in my life and they wait till when I am most vulnerable, when I have sunk into my darkest depression or the deepest alleys of my mind and then they strike. 

They no longer creep in. They surge forward all at once and suddenly I am overwhelmed with too many monsters and not enough weapons to fight them all off. It is in my bedroom where the monsters come out to get me and it is here where I have learnt to fight life’s battles. It is in the seclusion of my own room. And once I have left my room I once again form the façade that doesn’t believe in monsters. I tell myself that it was my imagination, isn’t that what daddy used to tell me? 

It is not in our everyday coming and goings where the monsters of our souls attack us, no it is in the ‘safety’ of our bedrooms that we find these monsters and we are given two choices; we can hide under the covers and hope that they don’t find us till morning or we can face them and deal with them. It’s your choice but don’t let the monsters get you.