Trouble Sleeping

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    Trouble Sleeping

    I jumped awake from my dream last night,
    I cried and looked around.
    But, then realizing where I was,
    I am safe, I laid back down.
    Tears soaked my pillow and my face,
    As I tried to fall back asleep
    But memories racing through my head,
    Made it impossible to count any sheep.
    Deep in my thoughts I was with him again,
    What he did to me, fresh in my mind
    On top of me, punching me, holding me down,
    How could he have been so unkind?
    Against the wall now, against the fridge,
    Against the stove how that hurt!
    Holding a knife, then he sinks it in me,
    Blood all over my favorite shirt.
    Tears down my face, I cry and I plead,
    “Please don’t! No, please, don’t! I love you!”
    He drops to his knees, puts his arms around me,
    “I’m sorry, I thought we were through!
    I can’t live without you, you are my world,
    If you left, I don’t know what I’d do!
    Forgive me, I’ll change, never hurt you again!”
    But he did, always would, that I knew.
    I loved him so much but was afraid of him still,
    And love is not living in fear.
    I found a shelter and got a divorce,
    He wanted me dead, but I’m here.
    I open my eyes, I’m safe in my room,
    but my past will always haunt me.
    Then, I close my eyes, and I drift off to sleep,
    He’s gone now, and I can be free.

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    BridgetBowen commented on Trouble Sleeping

    12-13-2008

    I know the feeling, I was there too, many years ago. Great poem!

    AmberRaeCable

    07/30/2009

    thank you. sorry to hear u went thru it too.

    michea commented on Trouble Sleeping

    11-24-2008

    Keep writing...

    AmberRaeCable

    07/30/2009

    thank you

    TJF commented on Trouble Sleeping

    11-16-2008

    You are not alone - don't stop writing -

    AmberRaeCable

    07/30/2009

    thank you very much

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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