At night the past can haunt me.
Failures to show up, to support,
In the best and perfect way,
Wrap wicked arms around me.
Sometimes I wake awash in sweat
My heart beating the ache of regret.
Tension flows through my body
Squeezing me tighter and tighter.
At times, dreams engulfed in sadness
Land harshly in the dead of night.
Painful loss, brutal words, abandonment,
Jar me awake. I cry unconsolably.
Fear is another that loves to create
Chaotic dreams filled with darkness.
Chasing, running, pulse racing wildly
Even after I fight my way out.
Regret, sadness, and fear
The witching hour's unholy trio
Ran unchecked through dark dreams
For years and years, but no more.
Banishing the unholy trio's touch
I move forward into the light
Forgiving the past, releasing old pain.
My focus shifts to blessings and gratitude.
Washing away old, expired memories
Embracing the present - who I have become.
As the witching hour descends
Light, love, gratitude now my guides.
A new holy trinity.
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