I am afraid.
I know little of fear.
I always thought it strange when my friend would scream and run from little black spiders.
"They won't hurt you" I say but she only scoffs.
A large green spider once landed on my arm but I wasn't afraid.
Startled, yes, but not afraid.
I always thought it strange when my sister insisted on keeping a night light beside her bed.
"There's nothing in the closet" I tell her but she only rolled her eyes.
To me, dark is warm and quiet and soothing.
I always thought it strange when a child refused to go on a roller coster.
I think to myself,
There's no way to fall out, but of corse it makes no difference.
My heart pounds when the track seams to drop out from under me but I'm not afraid,
I'm thrilled and I love the thrill.
But now I am afraid.
Not of spiders or the dark or falling,
But of what I might do to myself.
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Poetry
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