The nights bring something vibrant

always such a waste of power

to give attention to something that breathes and blinks

that brings us such fear in our darkest hours;

This, something asleep while we lay awake at night,

yet keeps awake while our nightmares wring us tight;

A creature that lets out a warm breath to our faces tonight

and only embraces the quaking we suppress

when we know we can't fight;

It's 5 AM, and we're awake

but we're shaking;

and nothing stands at the foot of our sheets,

and nothing sits in our closets

and nothing lives behind our mattress or under our beds;

Our monster seems to have disappeared,

but found a home in our mind, in our hearts and in our head;

But we're tackling it day by day,

the ways that we open up but close our minds

to the poisons that we find empower the monsters spine.

We're done only living day to day

waiting for the noises to die down

and waiting for our minds to slow down

and waiting for our heads to lay down,

and waiting for our hearts to break down;

We're here and we're shouting to those toxins,

"That's enough now".

It's time for us to get some rest,

and it's time for us to learn to be our best.

That's enough of our pestering regrets;

It's time to let our hurts and fears be addressed,

and finally get some healing for our hearts and for our heads.