writing

Trapped

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.

Trapped.

poetry

Reality

Reality awakens her from slumber.

She stands there, confused.

Letting go of her every memory.

Wondering if they were but dreams and fantasy.

The truth stares her in the face.

Broken and shaking, she steps forward into the light.