Night(light) Terrors

My nightmares and monsters were not born of the dark,
But of amniotic sunshine, liquid life, and
These are the fingers, cold and stark,
That curl around the frame of my bedroom door:
Cold and raw and with a monster's brain,
But a human heart and a human's pain;
And tonight I crawled out from beneath my bed to see
That in all my worst nightmares (reality),
The monster is small and scared and me.