I ache to return to my dreams,
The place where we remain.
Only there am I still yours;
Such a bittersweet land it is.

I cannot let myself give in,
I know the alternative;
A world where the demons have free range.
They tread on my heart,
And tear up my soul - leaving only
A shell of what was there before.

Stuck between states,
My purgatorial space.

n.b.

Calloused hands groping at my neck,
They scratch and strangle,
And I know it’s back again.

Lungs burn from lack of breath
From a fire unquenchable and persistent
That’s ripping though my chest.

Panic sews me to the spot,
And the air becomes so heavy,
That it takes all my might to inhale.

I cannot escape the feeling
Which burrows deep inside my bones.
The fear has returned once more.

n.b.

There’s a whole world out there,
Full of lipstick stains and fairgrounds and cities you’ll love.
It has people who share their love as freely as a child,
And people who keep it hidden inside the barbed cage of their heart.
Once you are loved, you’ll feel it in every fibre of your being,
The depth of your soul,
And it’ll put a rose tint on life.
Dare to be present, my darling, and the world itself will gift itself,
It will weave the wonders of the world, and the beauty of life,
With the delicate ribbon being the subtle kindnesses shared.
Forget those who have left you, for their love was false,
As it did not thaw the sadnesses that are concealed
Between happinesses,
There is no life without losses, and no life without love.
I may not be a genius,
But I’m smart enough to figure that out.

n.b.