THE SECRET PLACE (From my journal "OPEN WOUNDS")
The storm was raging wild outside,
White lightning streaked the sky,
Far off in the distant night
I heard a baby cry.
I thought I heard a wolf that night
Howling in the rain,
I thought I saw a monster's face
Against my window pane.
I sensed the ugly Boogey man
Hiding 'neath my bed;
A lightning bolt crashed through the roof
And hit me on the head!
I hurriedly dashed into his room
So he could comfort me,
So terrified and frightened,
As any child would be.
We sat ad watched the lightning bolts,
We listened to the rain;
Protecting me, he held me close
'Til I felt safe again.
He told me I was special, and
To him, I meant the world;
He said there was no sweeter thing
Than me, his "precious girl."
He said I was his princess
And I had a pretty face
And old enough to learn, he said
About my "secret place."
The storm was raging wild outside
No longer did I care,
That night we found this secret place
I never knew was there.
Frenzied by the wretched pain
That ravaged me that night;
Reassured by soothing words,
"My princess, it's alright."
Every night, he'd visit me,
He'd gently stroke my face,
He'd kiss my lips, and put his snake
Inside the secret place.
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The storm is raging wild outside,
White lightning streaks the sky,
Far off in the distant night,
I hear my baby cry.