DEADLY HOURS
I like the Deadly Hours
Where everyone is sleeping
But my thoughts are wide - awaken
During this hour
My heart is in cage
And Mind is the incharge
I Bath in my own insecurities
Leaving the fear of world's judgements behind
This hour is my favorite hour of all the other hours
Because I am vulnerable to my demons
And my angel Dozing peacefully at one corner of my mind
I dance with my panic attacks
And I sing melodies with my anxiety
For once only at this hour I can be friends with my problems
At this hour you can hear my poetry
It won't rhyme and doesn't make sense to you but my words will punch you in guts and cut you deep inside without leaving any marks behind
The bubbling pain that I hide during the day reachs my veins, travel through my heart, reaches my mouth and my vocal cords vibrates not with the voice but the scream that comes out aloud
One by one tears make their way out that are held in shackles inside my eyes
My Monsters are set free
They are allowed to roam freely and touch my wounded soul
I climb my own fears
From the peak I see my ragged self that want nothing but to live in her own way in life
At this hour I don't need to impress anyone , I am enough for my own self
I breathe in and out tranquilly without being possessed or dominated by anyone
I love this 3 am Version of MINE
The honest, independent Me without being held!
