Not So Scary

Suddenly the dark felt a lot less scary.

The bags under our eyes grew, but so did our passion.

Suddenly the horror movies with loud jump scares seemed a lot less scary—

New possibilities we began to imagine.

The things that go bump in the night were suddenly less scary—

Nothing more than a fragment of a phantom.

The thought of the end or ending up alone was no longer terrifying in the same way that used to

rip us open from the inside.

We grew into our shells, we stopped trying to hide.

Halloween lost its thrilling effect

and the monster under the bed turned out to be a friend.

We no longer feared nauseating heights

and we no longer feared gaining a bit of weight.

The oceans that seemed to suck at our souls now rocked us gently as if back in our mother’s

arms.

We slowly rebelieved in the magic of luck charms.

The busy street was suddenly a lot smaller,

Or maybe it was just that we’d grown taller.

Our friends all grew up, but it feels like we stayed the same.

We picked ourselves up and learned to overcome our inner shame.

World constricting smaller and smaller,

Wishing to stay young for just a moment longer.

It was our safe little bubble amongst a great big world.

Now we’re grown, ready to start a new journey, wings unfurled.