An Invitation To Night Terrors
Lay your head beside mine if you dare and enter the world of my nightmare. A long hall
before you is lined by many doors, and opening each one exposes terrifying horrors.
Unlock the first and see the cemetery where so many ancestors have been buried.
Unkempt graves covered by thorny vines propel you back to tragedy-filled times. A
second door reveals a room filled with flames where lost souls scream for second
chances in vain. Behind the third door my late husband lies as I emit such mournful
cries. I rush to the fourth door and watch the rerun of a fiancé who drowned while
together we had swum. A fifth door swings open and I see a lonely woman, aged and
forgotten by those who once loved her. There is something so familiar about this forlorn
soul; a glimpse of my own future I behold. Have you the courage to take this journey
with me into the terrors that come in nightly dreams? And if you are willing to behold
such sights, should I see you as a demon or an angel of light? If you choose to lie at my
side, perhaps these dreams will subside. But there are few who are up to this task. Are
you one of the few I must ask.
Night terrors seem so real as they occur, but by morning they may just be a blur.
Perhaps it is my fate to remain, as now, alone, because few lovers will venture into the
unknown -- a misty place where fears and tears collide. What partner would be willing
to share such a frightening ride? A journey through this realm of horrors requires a
spiritual guide. Those who promise to take us “for better or worse” are never truly
prepared to endure such a curse.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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