POETRY
D_ay to night, we hate to see come
R_endered helpless, we should not become
E_ndless nights, with tormented dreams
A_wakened abruptly, feeling numb
M_ind and body, just want to be free
I_n the middle of the night, coming apart at the seams
N_o one sees or hears the cries
G_rinding round and round, in our heads
A_m I the one, the only one
W_ith a desire, to break free and run
A_lmost awake, but still asleep
K_issed by desire, and ready to leap
E_ndless effort to finally find, that one little person, I call myself
© Teresa L. Gryder
