I have an overactive imagination.
I scare myself silly,
Thinking that my child’s doll
In the nursery is watching me.
That it will crawl across the floor, that it is possessed.
I have watched too many horror films.
I am an over protective parent,
I worry myself silly.
Thinking that the tall stranger
In the grocery is watching my child.
That he will sneak across the aisle, that it will kidnap.
I have watched too many news feeds.
Being wary and watchful is proactive,
If everything is a danger,
I am unable to miss it.
Unless you’re too distracted
And the damage is already done.
Being woken up from a nightmare,
Splashed with hard reality,
Realizing you can’t always be on the lookout…
You must sleep at some point.