Nightmares

Horrendous images, flashing through my mind, my heart filled with dread and loss at the sight.

I hate this dream. It's tearing apart my carefully sewn together sanity.

I'm lost in a haze of angry thoughts, worried by what my eyes see, praying it's not true.

I wake up, heart pounding, my body shaking with fear.

It wasn't real, I tell myself. It didn't happen.

With dread filling my soul, I fall back asleep, only to dream something good and pure. Something so different from what I witnessed before. I wake up smiling this time, assured that the former didn't happen, feeling better about the nightmare that stole my peace, that ruined my happiness.

I'm feeling better about it now, but at the time it terrified me completely. It made me very sad, tears threatening to spill from my mournful eyes, my soul shattering into a million separate pieces.

I was so hurt by this. No one should ever have to see such things. I pray I never see it again for the rest of my life.