Subsistence

Copyright Dawn Q. Landau

Copyright Dawn Q. Landau

Cold night grips.

Restless wrenching gives no release.

Silent screams choke my throat.

Horror fills space once reserved for dreams.

There is no escape, save waking.

No transport comes.

Hollow shadows cloak my soul.

I live two lives simultaneously, past and future.

The present moment trapped, muzzled.

Forbidden to rest in peace.

Warm light lifts.

Weightless floating gives new perspective.

Golden slivers dazzle my sight.

Glory fills space once damned.

Freedom finds each breath.

No harm threatens.

Playful spirits dance around me.

I drink in rapture of the moment.

Past falls away, future sheltered, safe.

Permitted to live in peace.

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