Perhaps it is I who was the beast beneath my bed
scaring myself awake with these doubts I dreamt up,
great figments of fear.
I should have grown more afraid
but in the dark I found myself
just where I had meant to be.
These nights are as long and sleepless as they have ever been
the monsters just as real;
But the space beneath my bed is wide and vacuous
and in the emptiness I feel
the uncertainties fall away.
