eat my dust

Sometimes in the night when fear crawls into bed with you,

the light is extinguished…

you have to turn on a torch under the blankets to keep away the monsters that

live under the bed.  Doubt then crawls under the covers and casts its shadow in

front of the torch creating two-headed creatures with five hands and three eyes.

The creaking of old foundations and whistling winds of the past waft the covers

and you see dark shapes dancing in the shadows.  Your dream tells you what

you already know in your heart.

As we move from the darkness

of our night into the light of our day, we reach for the security of the well worn

teddy bear. We hold it high in the air and we shout,

“eat my dust”!!