I Sleep

Sometimes the monsters come to me while I sleep.
I recline in peace only to awake to sheer terror.
Somewhere in my mind, I’ve come to know
These nightmares happen for a reason.
I don’t always know why;
Not sure if I ever will.
Therapy helps me see the possible meanings and significance.
Pdoc helps me draw positive and real conclusions.
Still, I resist. Sleep, that is.
Dreams of perpetrators and no control.
Dreams of manipulation and guilt.
Dreams of abusers and silent voice.
Bless the children who have no protectors.
Bless us all.

No comments yet. Be the first.

Leave a reply