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Poetry - Night Theater
Weariness overtakes me.
Eyes slowly begin to droop.
Sliding sideways I sprawl
While the white noise of TV
Lulls me to leave consciousness
And drift off into oblivion.
Most nights the theater played out
On my mind's unconscious stage
Leaves little behind to remember
When the sun gently wakes me.
But some nights an unsettled script
Releases swirling, deep anxieties.
Hypersensitive to dark energies
Unspoken harsh criticisms
And unexplainable losses of contact
Thoughts swirl around me without anchor.
No map or reference points to guide me.
Confusion and self doubt take hold.
These bury deep in my mind’s hidden spaces
Emotions roiling, pressure building
Until the lines of the play are written,
Then they ascend to perform on night’s theater.
Their lines dark, disturbing, unsettling
My soul sending an SOS for healing.
It's time, it's time, it's time.
Like a detective, I study the script.
Like a historian, I review my days,
Looking for the triggering moments
That haunt my inner depths.
Shining a light on each anxious thought.
I cannot change the way I am made.
Energies and emotions will always touch me.
When I can't define them, they disturb.
But there are choices I do control.
Withdraw and avoidance do not bring healing.
Letting go and releasing my only way forward.
My dark night theater drops in unexpectedly
The harsh dreams played out are hard to release,
And sadness can follow me into the day.
The only solution? Shine a light in the darkness
Let the emotions and tears flow outward,
And let its heavy stage curtain come down.
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