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For hours, I tried to sleep.
The rain drums down on the tin roof;
the demons are knocking.
I see their tears stream down the window;
a cleverly designed artifice to distract
from their true intent.
I ignore their subtle attacks, but they always
find a way back in.
I watch their shadows drift in through
the windows;
morphing from one shape into another,
hovering around me,
their whispered breaths cloud the air –
there is barely a space unfilled by their presence.
I can’t seem to chase them away, and I’m
wrapped up into their world.
Empty, cold and alone,
my reality remains stranger than any dream.

© Sia Jane
So much time is wasted.
How often are you lost in thought?
Trapped within a whirlwind of emotions, You can't stay grounded.
You're lost inside yourself.
Numb.
Numb to the world around you, to what's standing right before your own eyes.
A blank slate.
In a vegetative state.
A water balloon about to pop.
So much pressure building up from the inside out, these words won't stop.
Soon you will burst.
Stop your mind before your heart stops beating.

FOCUS.

Thump thump. Thump thump.
It starts off slow, so slow you begin to wonder if you still have a heart at all.
Perhaps your mind has just taken over and soon your lungs will give out.
Perhaps this is the end after all.
Is this how I go?
In a motionless state, just waiting for the next ***** to shut down...
You try to breathe.
It only hurts.
THUMP thump thump THUMP thump thump.
Now it won't stop.
THUMP thump thump THUMP thump thump.
The beat gets faster, the breathing harder. Tears begin to stream down from the eyes.
You feel as though your body is going to let go.
Fear is taking over.
You're giving up, ready to jump, just throw it all away...
You can't do this alone anymore. You have no desire to try.
You believe this is the only way out.
This tsunami, this hurricane, this eruption of emotions are consuming you.
Eating you alive.
--Silence--
Before you go, remember one thing. The most important words you will ever know...
You are loved, and
Love conquers all.
Writings through a battle with anxiety.

© 2015 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
Shameful a past, often reminded
Lest she forfeit the pain that's behind her
How can a Mother hear so much?
Of her mistakes instead of her touch
Love runs so deep for the child she bore
The one who scorns and slams the door

No way to change what's been done
No way to stop, no where to run
What is the reason to see me burn?
What is to gain but making me squirm?
If I could change the past then I would
Take it all back and make it all good

But all she can do is what she did then
Cry these tears and live it again
Forgotten were the days of a mother's care
Of baths, and stories, and fixing her hair
The nights spent with fevers
Now she has trouble to remember either

Surely her tears will never wash clean
The words that were meant to cause her such pain
They are etched in her heart forever to stay
For all those mistakes this is her pay
To spend her life, the rest of her years
Attempting to redeem a Mother's Tears
Undress the inhibitions
Souls wrapped in
Ones imagination
Exposing the beauty
Enamored hearts
Entwine in dreamland
Celebrations galore
Scintillating display
Of passion
so naive
dreamt in narrow corridors of better things
so naive
the war is not outdoors
it’s your mind
where heaven starts and hell begins
unravel guises you swear you knew
foe not friend

and at the bottom
of a hell that i had made
comprised of external situations
and the promises of better days
the bridges built soon fell away
the ashes swim in puddles deep of expectations
so naive
and what was left there
well that was me
so naive
At 6 she wanted to be a ballerina
At 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian
At 10 she wanted to be a teacher
At 13 she wanted to be pretty
At 16 she wanted to be dead

But..

At 18 she graduates high school
At 20 she studies for her final
At 22 she gets her diploma
At 24 she finds her career
At 26 she whispers "I do"
At 28 she holds her new born child
At 30 she wipes her tears and says

"I made it"
“No man ever steps in the same river twice
For it's not the same river
And he's not the same man”
Heraclitus was right
Change does endure
But alas
The water may change but
The river will not cease to be a river
And
A man’s mind may be changed but
Man will not cease being human
Take it as you will.  Just a little philosophy.
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
  Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
  Vulture, whose wings are dull realities
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
  Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
  Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing!
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
  And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
  Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
It's been said that TIME heals all wounds. But, does it?
I don't think so. The proper answer is distance.
If you were put back into that TIME and space.
Would you not feel that presence of pain?
Yes you would. Why? Because you are in that time.
All of the commotion, isolation, fear, worry.
Whatever; that agony was for you.
Would be present and, RAW.
It is DISTANCE from the actual event that will produce healing..
I am going to say AMEN.
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