As a child…

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As a child…

I was afraid of ghosts
in fig trees, yew trees,
willows like fountains of tears
in the gathering darkness. Fear
of bones picked clean. Water
churned green. Sorrow that hung
from a rope in the branches
against the sky,
the white wide eyes of children
asking why -

but now 
knowing it was all a lie 
I’m afraid there are no ghosts 
in the gathering darkness.

This is one of my favorite poems I've ever read. I like the humanity of it and just how real the fear of the unknown  (that which comes after death), really is. It's a struggle that most of us will face in our lives and is not just relatable to some but to most.