Silhouettes by Lorina Westmore
June 19, 2015
Too young to be believed, But sure it was there so long ago. Hugging the bear so easy to love and trust.
Footsteps approach from down the hall. Sneaking a peek through eyelids almost shut, Just to be sure…
The outline of my terror had arrived. A silhouette looms in the doorway. With tiny eyes squeezed so tight, Unable to see, Hear the threats, Feel thetouching… Many years have passed, No longer fearful of the dark. An open door silhouette of a child clutching a fuzzy teddy To calm a nightmare of witches and monsters. Entwining your tiny innocent hands, Cuddling under the blanket’s warmth, Protecting our love within each others’ arms. Parent and child. What is felt now is the love. Strength to face any fear together. It is believed It is real.