Afraid Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I feared unknown mysteries as a small child that crept in the night; uncertainties thought to roam not sure existed: encountering a glance at them briefly, one freezing me helplessly jumping upon my chest.

I thought simply as a teen I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist, feeling foolish about 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: confronting each other face to face.

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

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

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