Nightmares

I can see her

Not close enough

Eyes pleading

Noise drowns 

Her screams

I can see hands 

Tugging her

As I reach

Close, so close

I can feel

Her deep terror

Desperation

I cannot get her

I beg to the sky

I beg to those hands

Release her

Release her

Release me

Let me go 

Please

Its a dream. I have these type frequent. 

A child

No faces

I am outside

But it is me

At other times I am older

Again, outside myself. 

Perhaps 12 at most. 

It is so real. 

Sound. Smell. Details. No faces. Mine. 

No perpetrator. 

Hands. A necklace. Not enough. 

A nightmare. A flashback. 

They come frequent. 

I know feeling stressed and vulnerable makes it happen often times. 

Sometimes it is a way in starting to heal from some of these traumatic events. I know, therefore, I can work on. 

A painful path. 

I am tired. 

My body is sore. 

I feel quite drained. 

Day rest seems easier.

I have fewer of these terrors. 

Nap. Nap. 

At least rest.