Poems by Erin Sullivan '13 Barefoot My toes in the ... - The Gunnery

UntitledJust a little girl, age nine at the oldest,She doesn’t know a thing about reality.She lives in a world where she could be a princess,And fairytale endings really do exist.The scariest thing about her precious life,Is the walk to the bathroom at night when it’s really dark.She doesn’t know what it is that scares her so muchAbout the dark. But it does… scare her.I think back to that little girl that I used to be very often.And now I think I know why I was so scaredOf the dark, that is.Because who knows that’s out there, you can’t see.I don’t like to believe in things I can’t see, butIt’s so hard to believe in anything… when its dark.There could be monsters, or murderers,Or boyfriends that don’t treat you right, orParents that stay up all night and fight,Or just plain old loneliness.And I think back to that dark teenager I used to be,People must have been so scared of me.I was endless and hard to see, like the darkThat separated the bathroom from me.But now I understand,That the dark, twisty places are meant to be seen.But only by a few that won’t just have pity.They’ll be there, and even if they don’t understand,They’ll understand that they won’t necessarily understand all the time.And that understanding. Is more than anyAdvice.I look back and I think,There will always be things I’ll be terrified of.The dark in the hallwayThe dark in my soul.But one way or anotherFears must be conquered.