Sometimes, 2 am is silent, and I can not find my voice. We creep along the shadows barely daring a glance. For in those quiet recesses, lie the demons we were given.
3 am whispers…hush, do not disturb their fitful slumber. Stand still for a moment, let them ease back down. Even they, at times, are exhausted from torment.
4 am watches closely. Challenging your next step with a smirk. Knowing it can pull you in but letting you make the first move.
5 am is full of laughter. Taunts, there she goes again. Pretending she’s a warrior in a battle she won’t win.
6 am smiles gently. Offering up solace from her mind. A gentle kiss to her forehead, she made it through this time.
7 am pulls her from the fading dark. Inviting her to rest in its fenced in park.
RaenellDawn 12/24/2016