I live at night.
I can attempt to fall asleep
Tossing and turning in my bed,
But sleeping is a losing fight.
I once was terrified
Of the monsters that lurk in the shadows and dust.
I’d check the closets and leave the light on
So they’d be locked outside.
Now I don’t fear those dark halls;
The sounds of the wind in the trees.
I don’t fear the uncertainty of the dark
Or the creaks in the walls.
Now the night seems much too muted
Causing the words that mix in my brain,
To spill over and fill the silent spaces
Until the silence is completely polluted.
In the silence and dark,
I see all sorts of shapes and colours.
Images piece together like mental puzzles
As I’m energised by the creative spark.
It’s possible that I might
Have become what I once was scared of.
Lurking and thriving in the dark silence of my home,
Now my own creature of the night.
Nights stretch on but I’ll keep going;
Until I tire out and the jet black sea above me
Turns into lighter skies
Til I’ve run out of time and once again, it’s morning.
Anonymous
