SILENCE

SILENCE

The night is dark and cold,
no sound to break the silence
and I long for morning's light,
wishing for the will to live,
and God, give me sunshine...
if only for a little while.

The rational part of my mind
tries to convince me that
there is nothing to fear,
I pull the covers tight over me,
close my eyes in search of
ever elusive sleep.

Yet sleep brings only
haunting dreams that take away
any sense of security.
There are only ghosts of the past
mocking my pleas for rest;
I get up, turn on the light.

Morning will come again,
along with the mourning
and tomorrow I will forget
for a little while
that once we were...
and are no more.

Countrymom
4/20/06

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