It really is.

We used to be scared

Of the storm

Of the night

Of the forest

Of ourselves.

 

We used to run

And hide

It was fun for us

It was never a necessity.

 

 

We used to be scared of the waters

So we would hold hands

And then we wouldn’t drown.

Later we’d learn

That water

Wasn’t the only thing

That’d drown us.

 

We grew up

And weren’t scared

Of the storm

Nor the night

Nor the forest

Anymore.

But we’re still scared of ourselves.

 

We’re still running

Still hiding

But it’s not so funny anymore.

 

We’re not scared of water

But it’s not the only thing

That could drown us.

 

And you let go of my hand

But it’s okay…

 

It really is.