when beasts had teeth and claws and fur
and fourteen eyes and lolling tongues;
when fears were big and sharp to touch,
with jagged edge and striking form;
when all I did was close my eyes,
switch on the lights, draw curtains back;
when beasts had teeth and leering grins
but shied away from open hearts --
those were the days of childhood terror,
deepest fear, then great relief
--relief that is much harder now;
today my monsters have no shape.
I slice through swirling fog with blades,
heart set on battling what approaches
but there's no knowing when they'll strike
since I can never see them near.
oh, those were the days when fears were tame
and monsters easily fought;
I only hope that one day soon
I'll learn to battle fog.