In the quiet hours when the world is asleep,

Whispers of secrets that I must keep.

Fear and terror begins to arise,

Memories surface in surprise.

Fear is a constant companion,

An explosion like a canyon.

The images fingers trace my mind,

An awful reminder of what I want to leave behind.

The shadows become monsters on the wall,

Causing my stability to fall.

A distorted memory that’s not quite clear,

All I know is in my heart it causes fear.

A heavy weight on my shoulders,

Living inside me, exists the holders.

Confusion and uncertainty become my life,

I am losing my will to survive.

I search for calm within the storm,

A place of safety I can form.

A sense of peace, a moment of relief.

To challenge my destructive beliefs.

A chance to breathe again at last,

To rise above and let go of the past.