full circle

. . .from an upward battle of struggles and emotions to a journey of healing, growth, and laughter. . .

to murder my subconscious

Commencement of visions I cannot date back
For memory inhibited by their attack.
Wicked illusions enter by night
Quietly at first so out of my sight.

As daylight arrives, from the dreams I awake
A myriad of emotions I do not mistake.
Busy routine allows worries to subside
While collective image only waits to collide.

Black approaches to invite my closing eyes,
But fear competes to prevent reality in disguise.
Efforts to fight back label my body as numb
Caught in a spiral of nightmares I have become.

Frequency of occurrences does blatantly confess
My experience a result of manifested stress.
I question the effects of progression of time
To murder my subconscious I commit no crime.

© 1995 Elle Communications

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