It’s late, past midnight.
The clock struck 12:00,
and I’m finally in the comfort of my room
Undressing the weight of the day…
One smile at a time.
A tear strolls down my face
and I almost rush to drown it with splashing water,
but then it hits me:
I’m alone now,
My tears can rain now,
and fly with the wind,
My agony will no longer be dimmed.
My soul can scream its scars now,
Set them on full display,
Pause the game for a while, now
Before they press play
It’s late now.
They’re all asleep,
but I’m not. I’m awake.
I’m in bed now,
And as the sheets grow warm
I hold my own hand;
It’s as cold as the violent winds of the north pole.
I stroke it in fear;
My blood is boiling,
My mind is running on a treadmill powered by broken thoughts,
shards here and there
all over the pillows and the sheets.
I’m here. maybe not.
I’m awake – but what if I’m not.
Is this a dream? I pinch myself.
A scream… escapes my lungs shutting them down.
The treadmill breaks, my thoughts are overrun,
And my heartbeat drops, a hamster dead in its running wheel.
My soul escapes,
It punches the winds
It twists and turns
A safe place
– I am no longer its haven.
By Nour Ammar
Nour Ammar is majoring in Creative Writing with a minor in Psychology. She is on a journey to unleash her soul through art, whether through poetry, photography, or through simply living. Nour thrives to share her love for reading and writing with the world.