The Keeper

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The imagination can conjure up both the good and the bad,
You can make the good stronger than bad so you’re not so sad.
This poem investigates a good friend that I conjured up,
To fight off the evil images and help me to them disrupt

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The Keeper

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When I was a creative young man just about 5 years old,
I had a friend that hung around my room to protect me so bold.
He laid beside me in bed when I rested at night as my protector.
He served as my bad guy, rattlesnake, and tarantula detector.

 

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The only place he appeared was in my bedroom to help me,
When I left the room he waited there until I came back, you see.
The first time I saw him he looked like a regular little boy,
But, the longer I knew him, his special powers he would deploy.

 

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He grew big muscles to protect me from bad things in my room,
When I watched that movie King Kong, he put Kong in his tomb.
I was so proud of him that I often let him enter my dreams.
We played games together and did all kinds of very fun things.

 

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I saw a TV show about a guy that was faster than a speeding bullet.
Who wore blue tights and a shirt with a red S on the front of it.
When I saw my friend that night, he was wearing the same outfit,
And it was great to have superman with me there, I do admit.

 

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This great friend of mine was very flexible and subject to change,
This provided the best protection, and allowed him to rearrange.
Sometimes he even entered my dreams to rescue me there,
From my own imagination which often formed a big grizzly bear.

 

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After about six months with my friend there helping me out,
I gave him the name of The Keeper which fit him, no doubt.
I felt so secure in my room that I became more mentally able,
My Mom and Dad even noticed I seemed to be more stable.

 

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When I got to be six and started going off to school with my friends,
The Keeper told me he was no longer needed and that was his end.
He had helped me to survive a very tough year of my life,
And was headed to find a new boy who was in great strife.

 

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I never saw The Keeper again after that very sad day,
He just said goodby and then left and went far away.
I know that he was surely helping some insecure little boy,
Beat his demons away so his young life they wouldn’t destroy.

 

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It seems kind of strange that our imaginations can help us so much.
When we are so young and vulnerable to evil things and such.
We can also imagine allies and friends to keep the bad things away.
To help us move forward until they no longer cause us dismay.

 

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By Bill

 

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Thanks for reading The Keeper,
Bill