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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Honie Briggs 
“There is no escape, save walking.” That resonates with me. It is true, sometimes, in some circumstances. 🙂
So many good words and phrases. I had to go back to muzzled in the moment!
Such a strong piece, Honie– visual and emotional, and very impactful. The duality of being trapped, haunted, and freed/loved/ happy… you’ve taken me to all of these places, in 100 words. Wow!
Great interpretation. I saw it with my minds eye.
So thankful it ended in peace. Great work, Honie.
I like the style you employed in the telling of this tale. Quite the journey. Glad it ended well.
Breaking out of the bubble of present and into the future.. great work there.
This was really interesting – you got some great lines in there, emotive.
Cheers
KT
Cheers rightbackatcha, KT. Thanks for reading.
Not much left to say after making the mistake of reading all the comments. 🙂 I’ll just agree that you did a masterful job and used the perfect genre to give the full effect.
janet
Thank you, Janet.
“I live two lives simultaneously, past and future. The present moment trapped, muzzled.”
Great imagery. We have all had days like that.
Indeed we do, Allan. Being present in the moment is sometimes a real battle.
One way or another, freedom comes to all who suffer. Maybe I misunderstood it, but I found it very sad, and so very skillfully told.
I think you understood it just right.
Dear Stephonie,
Quite a progression to peace. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A progression fully experienced every step of the way. Thanks, Rochelle.
A well written journey.
I’m just glad I got it in writing before I forgot.
You carried me with you every step of the way with this. Well done Honie.
Good! Thanks for the company, Sandra.
This has fantastic rhythm. Many kudos, Honie.
Many thanks, Alicia.
Nice poem for this pic. You caught me in the line speaking of past and future, living two lives simultaneously and the divide you created with it, the past being the first half, the future the last. It works well with this image as there’s this image of a dense forest then the path and train tracks representing a sort of civilized and well-paved way versus what path may not be in the forest. 🙂
Thanks. It had quite a transition getting from a half recalled nightmare to a reflection of the emotion that the photo prompted.
Interesting source for inspiration no doubt. 😉
This has some powerful feelings in it. It’s almost like a hundred-word journey through Dante’s Divine Comedy, from hell to heaven. I’m glad it ends well.
Ah! It had not occurred to me to make that comparison, but it was a trip from hell to heaven, of sorts.
Wrestling with demons at night. I hate when that happens – but you tell it beautifully.
Yes, you got it. That is exactly what this symbolizes. Have you ever been in a nightmare and thought you were awake, trying to scream for help? I hate when that happens. Thanks, Erin.
Oh wow, fab 🙂
😄 – thank you!
beautifully done–you have a way with words
LouAnn, you say the nicest things.
and truest!
Some truly yummy phrases here. They make you want to roll them around in your mouth to get the full flavour. I like. 🙂
So glad you like, Meeks. Roll ’em around all you like. 😀
From desperation to peace. Nicely done!
Thank you very much. It’s nice to think it can be done. I’ve been working on a project dealing with desperation and peace. Maybe that is what caused my nightmare.
Wow. Very evocative…
It spilled over from sleeping to waking. Couldn’t be helped. thanks so much for reading it.
The end of this is like getting a big, warm hug. Nice job.
}hugs{ that’s what we need after a bad dream. Thanks!