To find a temporary shelter in the quiet stillness that slumber provides,
There I lay asleep, my body worn from wounds of a battle I fight everyday,
Only to wake in the thick of the night,
Trembling, gasping for air, swallowed by fright.
My heart tightens with every breath
As the dream replays what I wish I could forget:
Two familiar souls—again—
The very ones who carved the deepest wound into my chest.
I tried to stop them,
Tried to speak, to scream,
But my tears…
They were never enough.
You have forsaken me,
Oh sleep.
Was the peace I asked of you too much?
You were meant to be my refuge,
My gentle ally in the dark,
Not this cruel betrayer
who lets me relive the ache
Of being unseen,
Unchosen,
Unloved.
And still I lie here,
With a tear-soaked plea upon my lips:
What wrong have I done to deserve this?
Why can’t any of you
Spare me your cruelty?
Just once?
Even just…
In a dream.
