Where Secrets Hide…Racing heart and hard to breath,
Trying desperately to get my bearings,
As reality evades my restless attempts
To grab hold of the solid, the real,
Across from me he lies,
Regular breathing, sound asleep
Cemented in the world he denies
My stomach rolls at the thoughts,
The images burned into the back of my brain
As though I was afforded a front row seat
To the indiscretion that haunts me.
Hate so real I can taste the bitterness,
Formed within the subconscious confines
Of a mind I thought I knew.
Who wrecks this havoc on my sleeping hours,
Who knows me so well?
Well enough to induce such panic?
I plant my feet firmly on the floor,
Refusing to release what little control I’ve left
As I ignore my bleeding heart,
And push forward with my day.
|Wentworth Valley, Nova Scotia
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