Unafraid of the Dark


I know the darkness in which you sit

The pitch black that swallows all hope

Where the next moment can only be

An extension of the pain you dread

A future gripped in the unwanted


Life leaves its boot prints on your soul

Muddied with the filth of despair

And it feels like no one even notices

As you fade into a sea of humanity

They, consumed by their own lives


No one would notice one more life

Given in pursuit of sanctuary

Praying to feel nothing, laid still

A spirit given rise by the untethering

Of such a wicked and weighted world


I will stay with you, unafraid of your dark

And share with you your tragic pain

Know you are not alone or unseen

For in this, my own hour of greatest need

It is your hand I need to hold to save me


22 Responses to “Unafraid of the Dark”
  1. I wasn’t planning to start my morning wiping tears that are running down my face. I know too well that darkness, and would not wish it on anyone else, friend or foe alike. And I hope you know that you always have my hand to hold – you always have someone who can sit with you in your dark while you find your own way out. I love you beyond words, my beloved brother!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Just so you are comforted, I am not in any dark place right now. And I know you are always there for me no matter what. I am torn between the joy of that connection and the sadness of your tears. Also, having some WP issues as I can’t post right now. This was scheduled ahead of time. So if you don’t see anything for a little while, just know I am fine. Love you back big time!

      • The tears are not sad tears, nor are they happy tears. They are simply tears of relatability to the words of your poem. Our connection is worth every tear I could ever cry!

  2. beth says:

    may we each always have a hand to hold in our darkest hours

  3. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    I fully agree with Beth, and my hand is always extended. This was a beautiful poem filled with such emotion that it became so real, so structured, it had bones, flesh and blood… “A future gripped in the unwanted…” a brilliant line indeed. Cheers my friend, you are truly a master and I applaud you.

  4. Secrets says:

    Amazing Brad. Such an incredibly insightful and powerful piece to hold onto in dark moments 💜

  5. Aw .. Brad, this is splendid. You always touch my soul with your kindness, and your talent. Thank you for sharing this poem. Have a beautiful weekend 🌹🌸🤗

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    Beautifully written Brad. I have a feeling you were more the hand to reach out to hold another given your kind nature.

    “Life leaves its boot prints on your soul

    Muddied with the filth of despair

    And it feels like no one even notices”

    Great lines filled with emotion. I hope you do something fun this weekend I am going to try. Still staying away from crowds and masking up even though I have had my shots. Sending you lots of love. ❤️❤️🤗😘 Jonikins

  7. Jim Borden says:

    it’s comforting when we know there is someone to hold our hand in our toughest moments…

  8. yassy says:

    A beautifully dark poem in your inimitable style .. s universal appeal in every word.

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