Its not the dark

I am afraid of many things

Like the darkenss and what it brings 

I think of monsters that may be lurking in the dark

like clowns that are prowling around in the park 

I told my mother and she told me dearly 

That in the darkness there are many things that are pretty

Like the stars and the ligtning bugs dancing in the yard 

I learned not to be afarid of the dark even though it was hard

Now that Im older I still find myself afraid

Of bad haircuts, unfairness, and rainy days

I fear broken friendships and torn hearts

But at least now i'm no longer afraid of the dark