Asleep with no defense. My thoughts crawl like vines, strangling the hope I built through the day.
The hidden trauma pushed to the surface; guerilla warfare while awake.
One word or face bringing feelings that can’t be explained.
Eyes a fountain that won’t stop running.
Pain unseen but felt so deeply.
Who is the villain? Where do they dwell?
Awakened; a plan devised to prevail.
But defeat expected with the Unconscious two steps ahead.
Waiting ’til dark to crumble the blueprints to freedom.
Another night, new strikes.
How to defeat that which is within me? That betrays me through every slumber.
They told me my dreams would set me free.
Free from what? Sanity.
From Her Fortress 