Afraid (G) F 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 this issue, I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist; feeling foolish about it and less like an adult about it: holding on grasping tight to these phantom beliefs.

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

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

Finally, I came to this personal set of reasons, weighing the entire full placement presented told factors, prevailing 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: feeling very comfortable under His watchful eyes.

I do trust.