Afraid Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I as a child feared these unknown mysteries roaming in the house I thought to be; not sure then if they really existed: until I encountered one briefly at a glance, freezing me helplessly, jumping on my chest.

I thought as a teen, then, about this issue, the need to believe in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist; I was less like a mature adult: crazy; feeling foolish about them, and still holding tight to retain these childish 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 have to ease the doubts I have about them, witnessed these figures attack other people: finding more proof supporting their probable existence, than any denials of their realities, playing my best hand.

Finally, I, after suffering a few bruises, came to this personal reasoning, pertaining to things; considering realities on both sides: coming to believe 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 my trusted beliefs: feeling very comfortable under His watchful eyes.

I do trust.