Night Terror

There’s monsters outside your window

There’s creatures beneath your bed.

There’s tentacles in the closet.

Dark dreams dance in your head.

What could you have been?

What might you have done

and where can you go from here?

These creatures unseen

are banging their drums

as you lie there, frozen in fear.

All those things that you shall never do

accrete in many layers through the night

but as you thought you might not make it through,

there, in the fog of chaos, shone a light.

It was not Christ

and it was not a bulb

but a sudden ray of hope

that pierced you through.

The knowledge that the future’s

not foretold.

Outside your door,

it’s waiting still

for you.

12/11/20