Facing the Dragons

Raging Fire, Cooling Stars

Screaming, Screaming,

Constantly criticizing.  

Tossing and turning in bed,

like a bouncing cork in turbulent waves,

not a moment's rest.  

When falling into slumber,

One's blood shouldn't be boiling

one's heart shouldn't be crashing erratically.  

But you see to it

that I retreat to my room

every night like so.  

Instead of a yawn and a stretch,

it's shaking hands and a clenched jaw.

Spewing anger into me.  

I'm too fired up to close my eyes.  

Bearing a forceful tongue lashing,

I'm too wounded to lay down.

I'm too insulted to keep my silence.  

What can I say? 

I'm a proud young lady.  

But it's like they say,

"Time heals all wounds".  

My skin has thickened

with the numerous lashings.  

Yell, scream, shriek, shout.  

Guess what? this insomniac,

no longer cares a smat.  

Sleepless nights now provide time

to ponder life and write.

Insomnia gives me

a lovely oppurtunity

to listen to music endlessly.  

Aching ears in the morning

compared to your ranting

are really nothing.  

I've flown from the cage

of your twilight rage.  

Music, writing, composing, thinking, praying

are all much sweeter in the lamp lit atmosphere.

Cool air rushing in combats and drives back

the echoes of your verbal flames.

When your clawing words

pierce my scorched armour,

I'll dream of sandy beaches

with cool waves

to calm my mind.  

I'll change the flames from your mouth

into a tropical sun in my wishful fantasy.  

When the fire that shoots from your gaping mouth

becomes too hard to shut out and forget,

I'll increase the music

and let it work its whimsical magic.  

The night is different from day.  

The cold stars warm me in no other way.  

Say what you may,

Do what you like,

but I'm a child of the night.  

While you sleep dreamlessly,

I'll live out my dreams endlessly.

~Aug. 23, 2014