when i was younger,
i was afraid to step in quicksand.
jumping from cushion to cushion,
don't fall off the cliff!
when i was younger,
i was afraid to sleep without light.
covers folded under my feet
don't let the munsters get at me!
when i was younger,
i was afraid the day was too short.
indignantly holding onto my book
but mom, this is the good part!
but now?
i am clinging onto the cliff,
aching to let go.
i am surrounded by my monsters,
they're my only friends.
i am sure good parts don't exist,
that genre's called fantasy.
they said the biggest fear is death,
so why am i so unafraid?