They say its irrational.
Are they right?
Are they wrong?

They say its silly.
Am I weak?
Am I a coward?

Sometimes I face it.
What will happen?
I'll be fine.

I slow my movements to molasses.
What if I trip?
What if I fall?

I cannot help but glance behind.
I feel a tingling.
It's in my spine.

I have to know that I am safe.
It is dark.
It is cold.

Our doors are flimsy enough to break.
They can get me.
They can take me.

Well yes I have four dogs.
I am safe.
I am home.

I feel as though in one false step.
I will lose.
I will die.

A sound I make a place I look.
I'll see something.
I'll feel something.

There is a thrill to it though.
I do it a lot.
Every night.

I can run on a collapsing dock in the middle of a hurricane (true story).
Without fear.
A clear head.

But the dark is something that scares me.
The unknown.
Being watched.

I cannot think in front of people.
I might fail.
I may fall.

I can stand atop a cliff.
I can balance.
I love heights.

I can do all kinds of things.
That scare most people.
But not me.
Not me.

But then as I stand in the dark.
In the safest place I should know.
There is only one thing I can think:
What if.