Deep Water, Heights, Losing Myself,
My deepest fears.
Losing my family,
Not being able to hold them.
I can't breathe, I can't be.
My fears come alive - clawing at my skin, pulling me into a deep grave.
Too young to make a place in this dark world.
Bones holding my wrists. Darkness, pitch black.
Fire burning my hands.
Not moving, just falling into the pit.
Hands reaching out but never connecting.
My family leaving me, falling apart.
Being a fallen angel.
Never knowing from the start.
The glass breaking into pieces.
Insanity, crazy, lost
A ring, a promise.
A hand pulling me up.
One person to hold onto, to be my anchor, to be my sanity.
Someone heard my screams, hears my terror.
My fears wait for me the next day.
Minds racing, going around a track.
Slower and slower - until the stop, until the finish.
My lips part, a smile forms.
A genuine laugh rings through the broken home.
The unfixable becomes so simple.
A dangerous dream, a flawed plan, a miracle, a sunset...
A beginning again.
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Just a reminder that this is a poem about Nightmares - everything is good.
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