DD - SpiralDancer

Shadows

Some people are afraid of the dark,
I was, As a child.
And I still am now,
To some degree.

It is as if there is a distant memory, of a past experience,
That my mind can never forget.
I know there is no "axe murderer", lurking in the wardrobe,
Or some kind of monster beneath my bed,
But still something haunts my brain and tells me that this,
"Is not necessarily true."
While fear courts my imagination.
And turns shadows,
Into other-worldly things.

Although, when I happen to be outside at night,
In the country or in the streets,
Wherever.
I do not feel that cold grip of ice around my neck,
I feel, alone.
Though not in the, "lonely" sense of the word.
It's more like.
Like, "being at one" with ones self.
As if all the hassles of life,
The pains and frustrations that are part and package of existence,
Do not exist,
Or ever had,
Or ever will.

When this mood takes me,
I just stand, and think.
Thoughts of nothing,
Thoughts of thoughts.
My "fear of the dark", a million miles away,
In some dark, unlit corner of my subconscious.
My ghosts,
My "monsters".
Waiting,
Knowing.
That soon, I will have too sleep,
That soon, I will have to return home,
Enclosed,
Inside,
And try, try to get to sleep.
Where the unknown squats,
Inside the room,
Inside the shadows,
Inside my mind.