Monsters

Do not speak to me of freedoms lost Until you have watched A mother drop to her knees And scream so loud it comes out silent And it is deafening Because even though there is no breath Left in her to carry the sound Everything decibel of her grief wraps itself around your throat as you try desperately to remain serene Knowing after that door is closed Your news delivered She will stare into a dark closet for hours Wishing she could protect her baby from the monsters out here as easily as the ones in there.