a childhood reality

i used to be afraid of the dark
when shadows appeared
lurking around corners
and under beds
and monsters came searching
when dreams turned perilous
but only i seem to take notice
i found no refuge
only fear
seeds growing like evil weeds
a microcosm of mirrors
reflecting negativity
affecting mind and thought
despite how strong
you think you are
the world will say you’re not
wait though
remain composed
succeeding is a lesson earned
when met instead
with real intent