Shadows in the dark

I sat beside your bed today. I read you story after story. I held your hand and prayed with you and tucked you in so tight. You asked me not to leave your side, you told me you were scared. I thought you were just being silly, a phase like toddlers have. I thought you were imagining monsters under your bed, seeing shadows in the dark. I didn't know your demons were real. I had no idea the fear you felt each time you tried to sleep.

Each time they came, I saw it. I saw the fear in your eyes as it disrupted your brain. I felt your pain, my love. Second after second. Minute after minute. The time crept by, and after each I held my breath, hoping there would be no more that you might find sleep at last. There was always another just waiting in the shadows.

I didn't know how bad it's gotten. I'm sorry. I wish I could make it stop. I wish I could hold you tight and take away the fear. I wish I could take all your pain and help you more my dear. For now I will just sit by your bed and hold your hand. We will keep praying with all our might. I'll stroke your brow and rub your feet. I will keep you safe. Together we will fight the shadows in the dark.