Night Visitor
I am inside her body, but I am invisible; she can’t put a name to me.
I dwell between her chest and the core of her body.
She does not know what I am, and it’s driving her crazy.
She is not consciously worried by anything, yet I embody the “feel” of worry.
Am I anxiety? If so, why do I go away
the minute she comes here to the keyboard and starts typing?
Even now, I am dissipating. Just a whisper of me remains.
I have kept her awake tonight despite her high dose of a sedative
along with Sleepy-time tea! She even upped the ante with Excedrin PM,
yet I just stayed in her body - surging -the invisible entity that I am.
I sat there (or did I lie there?) for at least two hours or more.
Finally something kicked in, and she was able to let go of me.
However, I know I was probably there all along as she lay dreaming.
When she tries to put a name to me, she searches for me on the internet.
Night dread comes up, but I don’t exactly fit the description.
I used to come only in the morning. She wants to know
why I am coming to her at her bedtime now as well!
She is afraid of me because she fears not getting sleep. Am I fear?
She can’t explain me or properly define me. I can't define myself either!
At this moment, I am pretty much gone, but maybe I'll return to her soon.
Sept. 19, 2018
For Brenda Chiri's Write Me An Emotion-Act Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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