Upon flesh of bare feet,
she gravitates toward the glow
at the end of the darkened hallway.
Boxes of their new life,
stacked in undisturbed shapes,
the only witness of her wander.
The freshly painted walls
barren and unadorned,
lay in wait for the new frames
that never make it to their destination.
In the solitary gleam of the bare bulb,
empty eyes study the mirrored reflection
of an unrecognizeable woman.
With tears seeping through the cracks
of a self-protective armor, the auburn tendrils fall
in cascading streams
past trembling hands
to lay in a glossy cloud of defeat
on the cold bathroom tile.
He finds her this way,
kneeling in a sea of her inner demons.
His arms, her haven, surround her
until the nightmares surrender to reality.
Author notes
For those that suffer from night terrors and depression...this is Megan's story.
Please tell me what you think
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Wow...
.... who would have thought that a poet would write one line that would sum up my entire life? Yet there was one in this poem that is me to a T. "kneeling in a sea of her inner demons" My inner demons haunt my daily and hourly. Beautifully done! -
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Every now and then we come across something that hits extremely close to home. I'm glad, albeit it sad, that you found something in my poem that spoke to you.
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haunting...
I'm just glad she has some strong arms to lean into. Beautiful. -
I used to suffer from "night tremors", (which the doctor diagnoised) where I could not move, frozen, and fully awake. They only happened at night when I was preparing to sleep. My grandmother used to say that was the time that spirits came/come to visit. I always had warning signs. Something like a buzz or electrical short circut in my brain...I haven't had a tremor in quite a while so now, I will refrain from speaking on them as not to entice a recurring episode.
I felt every single well placed line written here poet. Your account is vivid and heartwrenching. Excellent!
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Well I'm sure glad you haven't had to experience that in a while now. The poor thing cut all her hair off in the middle of the night during one of hers. To my knowledge, hers have stopped now too. The mind is a crazy thing, eh?
Thanks for you lovely comment. You always leave the most thought provoking and insightful comments.
Stacy
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You imagery and ability to put the reader into the head of another is really amazing!!
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Thank you...
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wow...nicely done! I love the imagery, as usually...you know this art! lol
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thanks
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very good...
great pictures, great mood. thanx. sunday.
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It is certainly a world that I don't know -- but you know what makes this poem work for me? Yeah, I know, how could you know, lol. Well, what I like is the contrast, that even in a time when she should be excited at changes, she is not, for the inner demons are too strong. I won't pretend to understand clinical depression but I'm sure it's unfathomable unless you've suffered from it.
Within this poem there is a hero..the "him" who obviously loves her and supports her through this illness. And as much empathy as I have for her, I do for him too, for it must be a rough existence for him as well.
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Your use of imagery is inspiring!!
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powerfully sad and kinda spooky but gee you write it well dear friend
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oh, yes. I know all about this. I've lived this almost every other night. I used to have dreams of demons all the time and funny, I would always end up in the bathroom. A friend of mine, gave me a cross to hang above my bed, it helped a little...then I got a tattoo of a cross on my back because I sleep on my stomach, so as extra protection. seemed to help. I have nightmares rarely now. *knock on wood!!!* they are awful. and I become obsessed as well! tho, my dreams never ended like that..I would wake up and then, wake up my bf and he would be half asleep bc this happened so much he would just reach over and pat me ..(sometimes on the face!...lol
) because he is still half asleep...haha! at least he tried!
Loved that you separated "past trembling hands" from the rest of the poem. really pulls that out and throws it to the readers attention...so powerful! loved this write! great dedication for a friend
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thank you
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Wow. This creates a strong image, like stage directions for acting out the poem in my mind. Strikes me as a very difficult thing to express. My love and empathy to Megan
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thanks
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Whew! This is a scene that I can easily see played out on a stage. As a Thespian, I could play these words without a word spoken, with haunting piano music as my background noise. You have painted a haunting portrayal of someone caught in the grips of deep depression, almost to the point (if not already) of manic.
The sad reality is that these emotions sit beside so many. I suffered from night tremors for many years in my youth. I believe my healing of this physical haunting came because I was divinely delivered. I have had the occasion of them a few times of late. Possibly because of fatigue I still suffer this ailment every now and again.
My heart goes out to this women and I pray for the continued strength of her and her husband. I am glad you were able to write this out so that you too could find solace and peace.
Your writing is phenomenal. I glided through this poem as if it were me that you wrote about. Excellent!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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thank you...
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wonderfuly sad imagery. sigh.
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i cant get used to your new name.... lol
Thank you
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It's temp. lol I cant remember it when I log in.
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As I started reading I thought this was a reflection of those first few days of sharing a new home with one's love. As I continued to read I slid further down and the drama subtly increased... by the time the tears were falling and cold tiles were making me feel uncomfortable I was utterly haunted.
I am glad I read your AN's
You have written a very disturbing whisper into this.... it is so very effective.
Great job as always
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and a haunting piece this is, the story of so many lives. it only takes the applause of one person to change the course of a life... loved the closing lines...the arms... yes, in times like these, the comfort of arms is all we need. lovely, meaningful poetry.
~ Nicolette
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Such a haunting piece Daizee, this moved me. Very well done.
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Thanks.. I cried, myself, when I'd found out what she'd done
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Such a vivd picture you paint of the struggle of living with depression compounded by terrors. I think of how many people with depression find relief in sleep whereas in this case there appears to be no escape. I found myself relieved reading your final verse to see she does have a haven...someone who cares.
Very powerful images in this well written piece.
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Thank you. Her poor husband found her with all her hair cut off. He's been her rock, thank God.
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Hopefully it is not a nightly thing, would make going to sleep a terror in it self. Well written scenario. Sending my light and happiness for her.
put oil of camphor, open bottle in her closet... believe me it does help. My step-son had terrors and the camphor helped.. We could tell when it had evaporated, as they returned. We didn't tell him for a long while.
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Wow.. interesting helpful hint. I'll be sure to pass it on. Her hair is finally growing out now and she looks like a little pixie.. lol
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So sad, so gripping..and written in your usual poetic beauty. Night terrors are a strange and scary thing...and depression, well, I think we all know that leaves lots to be deserved. I sure know how it feels of late.
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So sad!!!! I've been judging contests all day so forgive me for not
being the first to comment this is wonderful! Again I notice the twist, the unexpected lines that lead the readers elsewhere .. The one you describe in the first stanza is breathtaking 
lovely
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I'm glad you liked it
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the descriptions in this are amazing. i became mesmerized by that light... a pull to follow as if i were like a tide being pulled by the moon. it had that dreamlike feel to it, like her barefeet were almost gliding along the floor.
this cried in words of despair... a need to feel cared for, when all she had most of the time were the boxes, from a move possibly? leaving a security behind? but it is too late when that security arrives.
it leaves me with a feeling that i wish i could have done something for her
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