A fleeting dream late at night
Wakes her from sound sleep
Haunting memories flashing by
Into her mind they creep.
She lays there crying silently
Teardrops gently flow
Horror flashes through her mind
Terror starts to grow.
No! It never really happened
Only her dreams
Yet it felt likea memory
So real were the screams.
Each night as she falls asleep
Lying in her bed
the horror of it all comes back
Living in her head.
Pieces of a complex puzzle
Come to her at night
Mental anguish torturing her
No! this can't be right.
Slowly during her waking hours
Fears begin to grow
Self-hate now consuming her life
Memories come slow.
She never told a living soul
Shame she buried deep
Repressed memories of abuse
Surfaced in her sleep.
© Copyright 2002 Sherry Gibson. All rights reserved.
How sad, people like to abuse, when love can be much more fun.
Love from India - Joel -