Flashlight

When I was a child, 
I read by the light of the moon. 
In the safety of darkness, 
I was a double agent, a detective, 
a superhero of my own making. 
Cast in starlight, no destination
was too far, no storyline or reality
too improbable. 
In the light of day, I'm nervous, 
unsure of my footing, questioning
where all of this leads. 
Will the next chapter begin
how I wish it will, know it could?
Cast in starlight, no destination
is too far, no storyline or reality
too improbable.
In the darkness of the night, I'm safe,
calm and steady, sure
of where I want all of this to lead.