woke momentarily

I woke only to escape the constant dreams. I need to be able to breathe. Not to feel too much of anything.

A tiny prayer. Long enough to clear my mind and find a home for the memories. Boxes they can fall back into. A hope to fade.

Sighing as it will take a few minutes to ease out of me. So my eyes droop here and there to check to see if gone.

A slow process. I need to go back to sleep. I cannot cry anymore. I just am here.

Now gone again. Empty. Clear. And starving but not hungry. So I wander back to my bed to sleep more.

Finding comfort in the warm blankets . No desire to talk nor see people. Just sleep, forever.

I know not whether I wake but every time I do I realize I have to have patience, endure. My steps are not finished today.

So here, now, I drift back to sleep. I pray no more images of people arrive. Trying to wash my head of them. I have to, to have a backbone and not slither.

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