I remember as a child
when the light out in the hall
Came creeping through an oaken door
and made the shadows tall.
The bureau was a monster,
the mirror a gaping hole.
My toys began to scare me,
as the covers held my soul.
In older years and wiser ones
there shines another light.
This time it comes from spirit
and does not carry fright.
My mind now has the freedom
to see a brightness clear.
To know that I am always safe
I now let go of fear.
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