Afraid Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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


I thought as a teen simply, about this issue, I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist; feeling foolish about it and less like a mature adult: holding on still grasping tight to these phantom beliefs.


My fear only grew as I got older, seeing these strange entities in different ways; crossing over realms without problems, not caring whether I was wide awake or not: eventually we confronted each other face to face.


I've witnessed these horrific creatures attack on other people, easing many of those doubts about them. I have: finding more proof of supporting their probable existence, than proving any denials of their realities, playing my best hand.


Finally, I came to this personal belief in reasons; weighing the full placement told factors presented, prevailing issues on both sides: coming to 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 in those beliefs: feeling very comfortable under His watchful eyes.


I do trust.