Monster In My Closet

There is a monster in the closet
I run to you and beg you not to go
I tell you the monster is waiting for me
You tell me not to worry
It was a just a dream
Go back to bed
and you kiss my head
The door closes behind you
I am all alone with the monster
He tells me
I told you so
No one will believe you
Tears roll down my cheek
The monster smiles
and the nightmare begins again

Julie A Sheppard

This poem is written for anyone who knows what it is like to be physically or sexually abused.  You are not alone and there are people who will believe you and help you if you just ask for help. Do not be afraid of being judged or blamed.

God has helped me in more ways than words can describe to be healed from things that had been done to me. I thank Jesus that He knows my pain and loves me.