I never thought it would be so.

Distant as a childhood story.

Temporary as a sad song.

A trait that belongs to someone else.

***

I never thought it would be so.

I knew it lurked ahead.

I just hoped it would not.

Imaginary as that monster under the bed.

***

I never thought it would be so.

Yet it is.

Fear met head on until I never can again.

But somehow it still eluded me.

***

Where am I supposed to go from here?