picture
child with sparkling eyes
caught in time like trilobites
motionless and glorified
picture
child with sparkling eyes
beneath the surface, she fights
desperate and horrified
picture
child with sparkling eyes
caught in time like trilobites
Escape to slumber in the darkest night.
Heavy blankets help hide the fear inside.
Moonlight hidden behind thick clouds, contrite.
Their eyes weighed heavy, blurry with bromide.
Racing in circles, their thoughts fight and flight.
Replaying the past, like a movie slide.
Still frames, close-ups, emotions amplified.
Escape to slumber in the darkest night.
The movie plays on all covered in blight.
Each character struggling to face what died.
She covered them up and tucked them in tight.
Heavy blankets help hide the fear inside.
They woke in the morning and grinned, bright-eyed.
But then he broke in and unleashed his might.
She fought to save them and keep them bright-eyed.
Moonlight hidden behind thick clouds, contrite.
She schemed and planned and plotted for their flight.
He screamed and yelled and cursed them. Amplified
by triggers and flashbacks that play despite
their eyes weighed heavy, blurry with bromide.
Safe now from him the future should be bright,
but his ghost invades. A demon bestride.
We carry him with us into twilight.
Never without the dead feeling inside.
Escape to slumber.
Burning stress, piercing hurt, and crushing fear
Pile on, forming a jagged mountain of pain.
Then, a feather lands atop with a whisper of breath.
Giant boulders crash down, roaring like a freight train.
The taste of blood in my throat, a migraine of molten lava,
And my heart, pounding out of my chest, beating in my ears.
The breaking point smoulders from holding it in too long.
Something so strong
Easily broken
Ripple effects run deep
Question every word
Suspicious of every act
What is the true intention
What is real and genuine
Time and effort
Lots of time and acts of authenticity
Like climbing a mountain
Just to get back to where you were
Why do we keep making the same mistakes
Like ripping the scab off a wound trying to heal
Why do we bury our feelings so deep
That they become unexplainable reactions we don’t understand
Why do we think it will never happen to us
What makes us so special
Why do we look for reasoning
Where there is none
Why to we keep going, keep trying, keep loving
Even with everything stacked against us
The will to survive surpasses all
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