J's Musings

I was 2,
When I clung to my mother,
To be able to sleep,
I was 4,
When I learnt not to weep,
I was 5,
When someone said,
There is a monster,
Under my bed,
And so there were horrors,
Of a no-faced somebody,
That could creep up,
In my sleep,
I never fear death,
My monster,
Has always been regret,
I know the laws of the world,
But the loss of what I own,
Haunts me till dawn,
What if I say the wrong thing,
Or miss out on something,
What if I lose all my things,
Just before morn,
Now I am 13 something,
I still fear it all,
But I don’t cling to my mom,
Because I know
Once and for all,
There is no monster under the bed,
Only a demon in my head.

By Janhavi B.