Frozen, I awake.

My arm rests before me, but unable to move.

Face down in the pillow, barely able to breathe.

Unable to move. I close my eyes.

I wake again, muffled noises from my throat.

Still unable to move.

Unable to scream.

Unable to escape.

My mind runs wild with anxiety.

Pulled under again, I withdraw.

The loop continually repeats.

No way out.


poetry, writing


A realist caught up in the fantasies in her own mind.

A nervous shell of a woman being driven by deep desires.

A planner ready to jump feet first into the fire.

Can she truly make a one eighty on her life?

Should she abandon the safe to chase the impossible?

Is her mind playing tricks, or is all of this a set of signs….

Is it time to leap?