And darkness was over the face of the deep,
Steep places where scary things hide.
Am I afraid of the dark, or the things that hide inside?
In the darkness of night, my mind runs wild.
Making false things appear real,
Making trees look like men, the wind sounds like a hurricane,
Footsteps become a stampede
In the darkness of my mind.
Under my bed where the monsters live
Mostly at night when the lights slowly go dim
There’s no lamp-light bright enough to chase them away.
Afraid to let my pinky-toe hang over the edge,
Edges where darkness creeps, seeks another victim.
Victims, living in fear, crippled by the abyss of darkness in the mind.
Dark thoughts, fear thoughts, near thoughts, far thoughts
Holding you, choking you, stifling!!!
Afraid she might say, No! Afraid he might leave,
Afraid to leave the comfort of familiar.
Afraid of the outcome, afraid of success,
Afraid that happiness might cause others to regret…
To fret, to think of you less,
To judge you by the result of their failed conquest
Projecting fear of darkness upon you.
In the quiet darkness of the mind
Afraid of the sounds in the dark
Voices shouting, Yes! Voices shouting, No!
Shouting STOP!!! Shouting GO!
Afraid of the pictures you were taught to see
One-sided, lopsided, uneven, misguided.
Voices screaming at you from within their darkness
But alas! A spark, in the distance, in this dark
An idea, a light, a thought so bright that I run without fear
Catching the updraft, gaining momentum
I take flight, I escape, living light
Living in light
Written by Stephen John
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