Tossing, turning, clock watching <br />Quietly up pacing ~ racing <br />Pillow off to couch <br /> <br />Rising upward as if skipping <br />Each skip - soul travels <br />Travels higher <br /> <br />So high it peeks down <br />Witnessing itself <br />Separating from body <br /> <br />Rising a stilled comma <br />Spirit shaped peeling <br />Away from body <br /> <br />Traveling upward <br />Fear sinks higher <br />Now too high <br /> <br />Consciousness now aware <br />Legs, arms and head <br />No longer felt <br /> <br />All unable to reintegrate <br />Voice screams <br />Terrors woes <br /> <br />Body grabs soul <br />Descends back into black <br />From ethereal stealing mist <br /> <br />Earth shattering <br />Screams of the night <br />Melt all back as one <br /> <br />Gracious Hugs <br />Ground traveling soul <br />Securely anchoring it love<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-terrors/
