As I'm tossing in my sheets,
I feel the thoughts that still plague at me.
My problem tonight is that I leave
It's all broken apart
and the wrongness of it all is seeping into me.
I always feel so hopeless in the solace of the fact that I can never seem to
fix any of it.
Instead I run away from all of the
problems that haunt my dreams.
But I'm coming to know that they aren't dreams at all.
It's a big army of nightmares banding together
and I know all of them.
Behind my closed eyes like closed doors- no one sees.
Like pieces of thread, you can easily pull apart all of the thoughts
that make up the monster in my head.
Little whispers of things that I ran from.
In my dreams, I do whatever I can
because here nothing matters.
It's when I snap awake that the color of everything comes back into my eyes.
Sometimes I wish the problems would come.
Maybe instead of running, hiding, and waiting,
I can break the thread like glass.
Human dignity + compassion = Peace.