Night comes, and my body remembers what my mind tries to bury.
The darkness becomes a doorway I never asked to open.
I close my eyes and pray I won’t wake trapped inside myself.
But nightmares drag me back to places I fought so hard to leave.
And sleep stops feeling like rest—it becomes another fucking threat.
I wake unable to move, screaming somewhere beneath my skin.
Something sits on my chest, and terror fills every inch of me.
I know I’m awake, but my body refuses to believe I’m safe.
I beg my limbs to move, beg the room to become real again.
And when it finally releases me, I’m too afraid to close my eyes.
God, I just want one night where I don’t have to be brave.
I want to fall asleep beside someone who makes the dark feel harmless.
Someone whose breathing reminds my nervous system that I’m here, not there.
I want arms around me when the nightmares come crawling back.
I want to sleep without fear—and wake up knowing I was never alone.
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Author:
M.Ts (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this because I experience so many nightmares and along with them, sleep paralysis and how much I want to feel safe when I sleep.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Fear one of the great motivators and so common. Nicely written
Robert Frost said that before one rests, one must will the mind to dream.This has helped me. May you be safe when rest. Thank you for sharing.
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