PROTECTIVE MONSTERS
The sharp icicles
drolled sharply from the gutter
like angry teeth
waiting for the dark
to shadow them from devouring
all that you unknowingly fear the most
Or maybe to growl back
all you lovingly cherish and protect
the best
Protective Monsters
so that sleeping well
comes as a gift
ripped opened gladly
because of these
Guardians of my past
Preservers of my presence
Shielders of my yet to be’s.
Nature has a way of showing us what we don’t always recognize, sometimes Season by Season. . .
These magnificent STALACTiTES of Ice always reminded me as a kid (and now again) of MONSTER TEETH and to chase my fear away when I’d wake up in the middle of the night and see these ferocious fangs outside of my bedroom window. I’d chase my fearful thoughts away by thinking if they were in fact, MONSTER TEETH, maybe they weren’t hear to chew me up but to eat away anything that would dare approach me or my family. . .
Protective Monsters
so that sleeping well
comes as a gift
ripped opened gladly
because of these
GUARDIANS OF MY PAST
PRESERVERS OF MY PRESENCE
SHIELDERS OF MY YET TO BE’S
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