Trying to release regrets;
Embrace with grace all of the beauty that has come.
I think i have hung on long enough to the Ugly Feelings.
“You always get better,
it always passes,”
I tell myself
Reassuringly
As I tuck myself into bed.
May28
Tag Archives: Bed
Sep26
False
Her secret is this,
(Though she has been set free)
Sometimes she longs for the
False safety of her prison
Yet wakes up at night in
A sweat
From a nightmare
That she has returned.
Sleep does not welcome her
Back
After that.
Plagued.
Motionless for fear of
Being caught,
She will not blink.
Covers soaked and wrapped around her as if
Some magical
Shield from monsters and beasts.
In the darkness she hides.
She prays
For peace within
A prison of a
Different sort.
Jul30
Wretchedness
Wretchedness has
Shackled me to my bed today.
She is a most
Undesirable visitor.
Knows me so well.
Waits until i am so weak and weary,
Deceives me
And preys upon my thoughts
Piling on one after another.
Smothering me, keeping me writhing
And gasping for oxygen.
(She knows me so well)
I open my eyes and try to look away
But I get entranced by her siren song,
So deadly yet so serene
And i must just see her,
Must hear her.
My body settles into the sheets.
Gone.
Come time, minutes or hours
Or longer
Til I overpower her;
Wretchedness.
I rise to touch the sun, my eyes catching
Glitter that remains
Twisted in my sheets,
And I am momentarily blind.
Nov17
She Thought.
She thought.
She did not think.
She loved.
She believed she loved.
She thought she was awake.
She was only dreaming
So
Here she lies staring
At the ceiling.
And
Sleep evades her
This darkest night
As so many nights before.
Once again she tosses and turns,
Unpleasant thoughts raging inside her brain.
More often than not this bed is no friend.
Sep10
Living Nightmare
She lives in a nightmare.
The
Monsters are not under her bed
Or in her head.
They are not in the closet
Or in a movie.
The are
Sleeping soundly in their beds.
And she wonders if they ever have nightmares of their own
For
They are in the other room
Of her home.
She is made from their
Flesh and bone.
Aug15
Grappling
And here I am once
Again
With scattered photographs
And unfinished poems in
My bed.
My heart
Grappling naked
With
Echoes.
With memories in the
Dark.
Chole Into Diamonds 