Sleeping alone is terrifying.
I hold on to the very last star,
I see at night,
Until my mind drifts to sleep.
Tucked in tightly;
I hope the warmth of four blankets,
Ignites the warmth I feel from you,
But it just makes me restless.
Clutching the edges of my pillows,
Shuffling the sheets from over me,
I suffer ferocious heat
Calling the demons to torment.
Nightmare after nightmare,
There’s no time to calm down.
Surely I’m too old for this?
I give up on sleeping.
The constant being-chased,
Hiding from the monsters,
That only I know to be people.
Why am I so scared of them?
I am still weak and Vulnerable,
I cannot uncover myself with bravery.
Every child finds their own sanctuary,
When protected in blankets and sheets.