Sleeping is peaceful,
the darkenss is a blanket that surrounds and comforts.
Dreams are vivid, full of life, and love.
I lay my head on the pillow ready for peace to overcome my soul.
I'm dragged through memories of hate and lust.
The darkness no longer comforts but destroys
The black is consuming, full of secrets, and lies.
Then HE appears.....
Dressed in robes of anger.
I'm paraylazied no longer able to float.
The icy hands of death wrap around my throat,
squezzing the very beauty of life from my body.
I'm thrown through the air,
my body limp and broken
like the snow coverved branches of winter.
My soul used,
left for dead.
I wake from the night
Screams filling the air
My breath comes in ragged stretches,
dry and horse.
I look back on that night
tears still leaving roads of sandness on my face
But no longer am i plagued by the fear he left.
No longer fleaing from touch
No longer a stake of pain in my heart
Time heals all wounds
some in mintues
some in hours
and some in years
but time makes us stronger if we let it.
This year time made me a Survivor
not a victim.