When my world was small
Yet imagination infinite
My thoughts knew no boundaries
My mind, no rationale
I thought I saw demons in darkness
The shadows, evil spirits
Hovering over my head
Evil, angry spirits
That watched and waited
They slithered and squirmed
Countless, sleepless nights
I’d lay awake, wide-eyed
Heart pounding
Toes curled
Clenched blankets
Clenched teeth
Ears wringing
With demons screaming
Suffocating in religious teaching
Paralyzed in fear
And although those nights
Were long and tormenting
I can’t help but wonder
What happens to imagination?
And where did all the demons go?
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