Poem

I feel I fall and rudely I awake.
Pillow snug and duvets safe,
heart pounding and mind not clear.
Where am I and what am I doing here?

This jolt, this shaking of the senses,
comes when I drift off, relax of sorts,
at times when I’m blind-sided by the past,
or stumble into a unclear future

Those bumps tell me I was not here.
The bruise I get is now, I’ll hide it.
I failed I feel, I felt into the then and one day,
words of don’t and not me creep in.

I know not to let them creep to far,
weighing me down as they creep along.
I tell them hi and goodbye in one breath
and welcome a new moment to be me.