We’ve been here before.
3am night terrors and flashbacks.
Someone standing in the doorway.
Like a glimpse from a movie.
An instant playback.

“What is it?”
“Who is there?”
“Please don’t hurt us.”
“We promise we won’t tell.”

Someone’s screaming inside.
Someone’s already crying.
Someone’s trying to run away.
Someone has already considered dying.

Dialogue after dialogue
rushing through the brain.
No one wants to have to endure
the pain.

But fear creeps in.
She starts to disappear.
“We have to make a choice.
That’s why we’re here.”

Blood seems to stop
flowing through the veins.
Suddenly someone takes over.
Someone endures the pain.

Everyone else is silent.
They seek shelter.
They hide.
Some silently cry.
Some think that they’ve died.

We’ve been here before,
at 3am.
Night terrors and flashbacks
from a recorded memory
buried deep within.

#poetrytherapy