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.





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