My daughter is crying in the other room
But I am to scared to go get her
I am afraid of what I will see
A giant figure standing over her
Caressing her whimpers
I am not strong enough to fight it
So I hide
My daughter is crying in her room
But I am to afraid to save her
I know what is standing there
A figure made of bad dreams
Touching her face as she shakes and whispers
A/N when my daughter was a newborn I was often afraid that something would happen to her. I remember watching all these videos about kids dying from SIDs or some other illness. I would constantly wake up and check on her. Doing the finger under the nose check just to make sure she was still breathing.
As she aged I started to have other fears. As I would open her bedroom door to check on her I would suddenly think that someone is standing there waiting.
They wouldn’t harm us but they would sit there. To this very day, and I do mean very, I am still afraid to go and check on her. I have to work myself up to it. I often hear her when she wakes up but I do not move until she comes to my door asking to come in. I stay silent… I know this cowardly but the person in my head is often one who loves her and hates me. To it I am a monster and she must be protected.
I am afraid but I know she will be forever safe.