So this isn't a poem but rather a rant about how people are afraid of the dark.
Or how people are scared of having their leg or arm hanging over the bed.
I can understand the reasons behind why a person might be afraid of the dark.
“Monsters,” most say.
And although we all know that there are no such things as a monster hiding beneath our bed or in our closet, most of us have that irrational fear.
I was one of those people. I was very afraid of the dark, especially because I believed that there were monsters hiding.
But, one day, a thought passed me.
What if the “monsters” are really protecting us?
What if it is just trying to comfort us?
And everytime we back away scared or try to run, it hurts its feelings?
Everytime I sleep with my leg hanging off the bed,
I don’t think of a hand coming out to aggressively pull me and harm me.
I have this feeling wash over me; a feeling similar to someone forcing you into a hug, and although you didn’t ask for that hug, you enjoy it.
You feel the warmth of love, like you’re not lonely.
Kinda a weird way to get rid of this fear, but it works for me.
And maybe it could work for you?
I’m not sure---heh, I just wanted to share.