a r c a n e [Poems]

monsters in the dark

As children we come to fear the unknown
The soft rustling in the dark 
The hushed whispers that find there way out of a cracked closet door
The shadow man that creeped around your room in the dead of night
And most famously the monster under the bed

The thing that caused you to turn the lights off quickly and jump into bed with your feet tucked under your legs

Straight under the covers you went
Making sure he who was under the bed would have no small toes to feast on that night

But after a while we grew out of these fears
Started to walk to the bed and plop down however we saw fit

Not bothering to shut the closet door and it stayed wide open

The shadow man did not exist and we knew this now

Out of our childish ways and no longer scared of things that were said to not exist

I don't think these monsters ever left us though

It seems as if we only learned to cope with them

After a while we forgot about them and their whispers meant nothing

Knowing what they were they could no longer scare us

At least not as much

For they were just us

The part of us we did not know
The fear of the unknown
The uncertainty in our own skills
And lack of knowledge

But knowing what they are we no longer have to be afraid

Telling myself to go away and that I knew who I was

Or at least I would one day

The fear of the unknown still whispers in my ears and it's cold breath sends a chill down my spine

But I'm not afraid anymore

So ill leave the closet doors wide open
And I'll leave the room pitch black
and leave my feet dangling over the bed

A sense of pride in the power I held over my own self