Afraid Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I feared those unknown mysteries as a young child that crept into the night; uncertainties thought to roam, not sure if they existed: encountering a glance briefly one, freezing him me helplessly jumping on my chest.

I thought simply as a teen I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist, feeling foolish about it and less like an adult holding to these phantom beliefs.

My fear only grew as I got older, seeing them in different actions; crossing over realms, not caring whether I was wide awake or not: eventually confronting each other face to face.

I've seen them attack other people, easing many of the doubts that I have: finding more proof of supporting their probable existence, than denials of their realities, playing my best hand.

Finally, I came to a personal reason, weighing the full presented factors prevailing on both sides: believing that God was the only one there who could take my life.

I'm not afraid any more of any other consequences, finding myself being at ease: feeling very comfortable under His watchful eyes.

I do trust.