Dark
Nightfall begins. It's beautiful, magical,
even astonishing. The grueling, long
process of avoiding my dreams.
So many bad thoughts from the books I read
right before bed. I could feel the darkness
creeping up my window. I am scared!
Terrified, anxiety ridden. I'm scared!
I try to think of things, happy or magical
to counteract all the feelings of darkness.
I want to go tell mom, but the hallway is so long
to my parents room. So maybe trying to read
baby books at this hour will help my dreams.
I tried a dream catcher to catch my dreams.
And if it stayed bright all day I wouldn't be scared.
Across the globe there are places like that, I've read
about. And that in itself is absolutely magical.
A night light being enough, is the type of night I long
for. But until then I still have to fight with darkness.
What did it ever do to me, darkness?
Other than infiltrate my precious dreams
with monsters, loud noises, and long
dark memories. Leaving me broken and scared.
Sometimes the creatures are even magical
in weird ways like the books I read.
It is not only what I have read
but also movies that are full of darkness.
Equipped with a creative genius' magical
ideas, movies bring tons of visuals to my dreams.
One day, I know I am going to get over being scared
of these things. But that's going to take so long.
So until then, I can only long
for the day that I can read
a book and not be so scared
and anxious of the darkness
that it entails. Or let my dreams
turn events into things that are magical.
Although I know it'll be so long until this night’s darkness
goes away, I will read until the morning interrupts my dreams.
Because being scared is for the birds, but the nightfall remains magical.
Copyright © Alyse Williams | Year Posted 2017
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