February 10, 2:36am: Night Terrors

The middle of the night is a treacherous place

for those who suffer the curse of the imaginative.

We dream in the day

And we think in the night

And if the two become confused

The consequences are harsh.

We wake up in the middle of the night

Breathless

Numb

Fearful of the demons that surround us.

We can’t scream

We can’t run

We can only lie down and endure it.

We listen to the air howling in our ears

And with lifeless limbs

We try to move.

Maybe it’s not everyone's curse

Maybe it’s just mine.

It doesn’t matter

I have monsters to fight.

So I close my eyes

And I hum my A, B, C’s

And when the feeling comes back

I open my eyes

I squeeze my fists

And I remind myself that no matter what I am

Paralyzed

Standing strong

My demons are always just around the corner.

I’m almost there,

Just not tonight.