Sleepless Nights
By Beverly Greene
By Beverly Greene
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I cradle myself in loving arms,
trying to calm the fear,
quieten the inner sobbing,
protect something within.
It hurts so much,
whatever it is that fights
to get out into the open,
after so many years
tucked neatly away in my mind.
It's tired of being pushed aside
in fear and shame.
It's screaming to be heard,
felt, and seen all over again.
Oh, why does it have to do this now?
I only wish that I knew
if it wants to hurt me,
put me through it all over again
for only its own lust for blood
and tears of a little girl
all grown up now,
or if it wants me to see
just how far I've come,
of what I can be proud
of having survived
and still be sane.
I can only hope
that it wants to show me the past,
the doorway to the future,
the key to the chains
that tie my soul to the pain.
Oh, please, just let me go.
Do what you have to do,
but let me go.
Make me see, feel, or remember
whatever you feel is necessary,
but give me my peaceful sleep back,
give me my life,
my breath with ease,
free of what you will do to me.
Just get it over with,
make it all go away
once and for all.
Let it go, free yourself
of the burden you carry,
the memories I don't have.
Just give it over to me,
and let yourself go home.
I can handle it once again.
Just give us both some peace,
facing the hell once more,
then burying it in the past
so I can have a future.
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