As a child,
I remember waking from nightmares,
not wanting to make a sound
because another nightmare
was in the other room.
As a child,
I remember coming home from school
and hiding in my closet
because I didn’t want them to know I was home.
As a child,
I remember being teased at school
because I smelled like the bed
I wet the night before. I didn’t tell
anyone because I didn’t want to
take a bath or have to change my clothes.
As an adult,
I don’t want to remember these things,
and slowly I realize,
I am still hiding in that closet.