The Deepest Parts of Me
What can you do when your dreams are so disturbing, so demented that you wake up silently screaming?
Shaking with all of my body as the tears flow freely.
Shivers running up and down my spine
As the images persistently linger.
Clawing at my mind an heart
Not wanting me to reach the light.
Not that they need put forth much effort.
Part of these images have found a way to my waking mind
Mixing dream with reality.
Will the torture ever end?
What can be done when dreams are the battlefield
Where you do things that in waking hours
Would shock and dismay you.
Make your blood run cold.
Are dreams truly a place to work through the things our conscious mind can't handle?
What do you do when those thoughts not only seep into waking hours
But start to blur reality.
When you catch yourself doing things,
Things you never thought you were capable of.
Where can you draw the line then.
Tell yourself STOP!
This cannot be
This cannot happen.
THIS IS NOT YOU!
But is it really true.
Maybe it is you
Maybe dreams are the only place you can truly be.
Even if it terrifies you to your very core
Makes you question everything about you.
Leaves you teetering on the brink of madness.
Copyright © Julia Brown Badr | Year Posted 2009
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