Monsters No Longer Hide In Closets

© 2007 by April Sims

My heart aches for them

Breaks for them

My knees shake for them

My feet quake for them

I want to protect them all

But I don’t know who they are

The ones that go home at night

To monsters outside their closets

And monsters that do not hide under their bed

The ones who at tender ages

Hold horrible secrets

Being beat on their feet

And touched in discrete . . . places

I look in their innocent faces every day

And don’t have a clue that it is them

The ones that close their doors at night

The ones that have to face them

The ones that are mistreated

In their house that should be called homes

The ones that feel so all alone