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Last Night Again
Last night again
Visited by the fear for my children
This time, I woke
A scream of "mommy" tearing from my mind
My hard-beating heart.
Madness, an ever-rising tide
A tsunami headed straight for the shore
of my reason.
There are times when I no longer
recognise the colour of my spirit
This shorn head must signal something
Instead of taking a razor to my wrists
I put it to my hair instead
A bid for freedom, a new me
Fear must not overcome me
So I walk in the dark
To see their curved sleeping warmth
Carefree limbs
They tell me
Tomorrow is a day I can face
Until night comes again
Visited by the fear for my children
This time, I woke
A scream of "mommy" tearing from my mind
My hard-beating heart.
Madness, an ever-rising tide
A tsunami headed straight for the shore
of my reason.
There are times when I no longer
recognise the colour of my spirit
This shorn head must signal something
Instead of taking a razor to my wrists
I put it to my hair instead
A bid for freedom, a new me
Fear must not overcome me
So I walk in the dark
To see their curved sleeping warmth
Carefree limbs
They tell me
Tomorrow is a day I can face
Until night comes again
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