A few years back, I wrote some poems, I may use this blog as a way to share some of them. I have never shared them before, so please, be gentle.... This first poem is trying to capture the fear and difficulty I have always had with the dark, night and trying to sleep.
I am sometimes still unsure how I survived those scary, sleepless nights. The amount of fear I had as a child makes me sad. It makes me wish I could hug my 8 year old self. While things are a bit better, to this day, I struggle with the night
Night
the
sun sets behind the clouds
looking
up at the sky i smile
morphing
as i walk up my stairs to bed
slowly…….
maybe
tonight will be different
my
rosary and statues will protect me
i
will be at peace with the dark
as
i lay down
blankets
to my chin
windows
locked and shut
sweat
pours down my face
another
90 degree august night
stuffed
animals to my left,
my
furksin to my right
protection
from the dark
from
the thoughts and fright
eyes
closed followed by hopes of sweet dreams
the
clock ticks……..
what
was that?
an
hour passes………
is
someone downstairs?
1
a.m. ………………………
what
if someone breaks in?
I
can still get 4 hours…..
katey
did you hear that?
Patty,
go back to sleep………
Do
I smell smoke
Mom
and dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
what
if i die?
The
sun again…………
i
am afriad to die
thoughts
an eight year old should never have
where
did they come from
why
did they take so long to go away
laying
on the cold bathroom floor
cool
upon my body
tears
streaming down my face
fear
the
dark
fear
the
unknown
fear
the
light makes me calm
takes
away my fear
until
tomorrow
when
it starts again.
Coming up next:
Letting Go
Morals and ethics in an ever polarized world
What if?
Babies
Hampton Memories
The day
And thats all she wrote...
Patty
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