Monday, February 2, 2009

leave a night light on.

There are still nights when I wake up and I am three years backward, curled up and hiding from the shadows and my shame, and most of all you. I don't know when the terrors will end. I'm no longer afraid to admit to them, to acknowledge their existence. For a time this acceptance held them at bay; but lately, as I enter into a calmer more ordered lifestyle, they've returned. And it troubles me.

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