I feared those unknown mysteries as a young child that crept into the night; thought to be uncertainties roaming, not yet sure if they really existed: encountered briefly one a glance, freezing him helplessly me jumping on my chest.
I thought simply as a teen I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist, feeling foolish about it and less like an adult: holding on grasping tight to these phantom beliefs.
My fear only grew as I got older, seeing them in different actions; crossing over realms, not caring whether I was wide awake or not: eventually confronting each other face to face.
I've seen them attack other people, easing many of the doubts I have: finding more proof of supporting their probable existence, than any denials of their realities, playing my best hand.
Finally, I came to a personal reason, weighing the full presented factors prevailing on both sides: believing that God was the only one there who could take my life.
I'm not afraid any more of any other consequences, finding myself being at ease: feeling very comfortable under His watchful eyes.
I do trust.
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