Tossing &turning, comfort is elusive
Within the confines of her mind.
Aroused suddenly- alarmed;
Distress collects in beads,
Running down her forehead.
Daunted- Her dream fades,
Retreating to her subconscious.
Looking around: her bedroom;
A familiar place, albeit her feelings-
That create a dissociation.
These four walls are just that,
With the veil of home,
Lifting with each passing day,
She has reached a breaking point.
Though consciously unaware of her dream,
Its warning, now a distant memory;
She’s enticed by exhaustion’s whisper.
Silently struggling, within the confines of her mind:
She attempts to remember
The cause of her distress.
Though her mind, like a crossword without the clues,
Exceeds her capabilities in its clouded state.
Dream…or memory repressed,
She begins to drift,
Back into unconsciousness:
A state of suspended animation-