Fears

Little boy fears, So real, Terrifyingly real To the child. Fear of bathrooms, Of anything broken, Of burned out lights. Sometimes the fears seem so strange To everyone except for the one afraid. To him, They are real And must be dealt with Anyway that he can. Sometimes a hug is needed, Or for someone to hold his hand. Simple solutions. Other times, The solution is mental, The young man coming to grips With his own demons. "Daddy, is it July yet?" Yes it is. "Whew, good! That means no more June-Bugs." So serious he was in his belief That once June was gone Gone also would be the bugs That terrified him so. No one can tell What the next fear will be, Just that there will be one, As certain as the sun rises in the East. Then one day He will come to grips With whatever it may be, And the cycle will be repeated once more. Innocent, So innocent, But oh so real To a terrified young man. July 2, 2000