My fear rages,

and goes through stages.

My breath quickens

and my heart beckons.

The chill within my bones

are echoed tones

like mere stones.

I cannot see

with my naked eye

that which could be sly.

Alone in the damp mugginess.

The tree-tops appear to float

in the fogginess.

Adrenaline pumps into my limbs

as my sight consistently dims.

Why oh why did I come here?

I wipe away a single tear.

I decide to start walking,

staying in the shadows of the trees.

I can’t help noticing the cool breeze

cooling my hot cheeks

in sort of a tease.

My eyes play tricks

with the changing light.

I should not have come out

this night.

I Kick rocks by the roadside,

lit up by the moon.

I must reach home soon.

Each time a car would pass

I jumped into a ditch,

knowing not where I would land

in the blackening pitch.

I walk for what seems like an eternity.

All of a sudden

something comes into view.

A light up ahead.

and a picture I’ve seen

above my bed.

How could this be,

in the middle of nowhere?

I’m so confused

and I then begin to weep.

I want so badly to sleep.

In an instant my body starts to shake

and I fitfully become awake.

I awaken to my daughter

calling my name,

and trying to shake me awake.

A flashlight is just inches from my face.

I see the picture

and then realize

that it had been a dream.

I am so relieved to be back

and in my bed.

It wouldn’t matter

if it were a shack.

I am just thankful to be back.