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Recurring Nightmare

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Story: Recurring Nightmare
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  July/2015 


     A long time ago,  an old medicine 
woman said to me:

     "Young man, "you run'n from yo self -  
If you don't turn around, and face yo demons, you'll continue to have
"Hell Hounds," on yo trail."

      As it turned out, the old medicine woman, was right on point.

      Recently,  I had this recurring dream. 
 that would come to me every night, like 
a thief, and robbed me of my sleep.

      Soon,  I came to realize that this wasn't 
just a dream, it was a recurring nightmare.

      Envision yourself alone on the shores
of a (night) dark ocean.  The wind is strong, and white cap waves, are crashing against
shore rocks; sounding like a lion's roar -

       Now imagine,  walking through dense
fog, that hovers the beach, with only the moon light to guide your way.

It's frightening!

        Through the fog,  a big round white house,  stilted in the ocean appears.  It has windows, and doors, all around the house.

      It beckons you to come inside, you have no choice.  
     An uncontrollable force sucks you in,
but,  before entering, a voice from the sea whispers:

      "If you see an old woman dressed in 
all white, you better run to find the right 
door to escape."

      So, in my dream, I walked around inside this house, quietly.   Low in behold, the old woman was standing silently, like a ghost in front of me.

       Before I began to run, my body froze
in her vacant stare.
      She begin to chase me screaming, "You can't get away!"

      Well....I did manage to escape, (sort of), only for a brief moment.  The old woman, leaped outside the round house, and turned  into the most vicious dog, that I had ever seen in my life.

      It looked like a wolf, with green eyes, 
and had razor sharp teeth.  The beast chased me to a sea inlet, and I had no 
place to run.

      This whole nightmarish scene took place in my dreams every night, until, I made the choice, to stop running.

      Somewhere inside of me, I remembered the words of the old medicine woman:

      "Young man, you run'n from yo self -
If you don't turn around, and face yo
demons, you'll continue to have, "Hell
Hounds," on yo trail."

      When I turned around at that sea inlet,
to face my fears, the beast turned back into the old woman dressed in white, and ran back to the round house, stilted in the ocean.

     My bravery, told me that, when you stop run'n from your issues, and face them, it's not as bad as it seems.  It freed me of all my negative influence's, (Fear, Blame, shame, and guilt). 

     At that very instance, I received a new lease on life.  No more running from myself,  I changed for the best that anyone could 
be.

      My faith is strong in the Most High.
 Thank you Father, for giving me the courage and strength to over come my fears -   

     Also, I owe gratitude to the old Medicine Woman, she's an angel with supreme
wisdom, that helped to save my life.

Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2015

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