Night Terrors
Beings leap from my memory, calling my name,
sharing the heartaches for which I’m to blame.
Remembered particles falling like rain,
breathe all their stories over again.
They hold out their arms, inviting me in,
promising bliss in what seems to be sin.
I reach out to touch them, but thunder’s loud peal
delivers me back to a world that is real.
Bad dreams and night terrors release their hold.
No more do I have to do what I’m told.
I come back to that place where I have the might
to determine my actions and do what is right.
For the Sunday Whirl the word prompts today are: bliss leaping memory particles arms breath story pieces heartache beings thunder called
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Night terrors are awful. In times of stress, I have night anxiety. I am back to work as a nurse with no license. Everything goes horribly wrong, then I notice I’m naked, somewhat concerned that people will notice. Those are rough nights.
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I used to have those naked dreams but in my case I was always in a college class and suddenly noticed I was the only one naked from the waist up. A horrible feelign.
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Stephen King-ish, but with a happy end.
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Ugh, I hate nightmare, especially when you trying to wake up from it. Great poem
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All cleverly worked into your scary poem
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Seriously scary
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Ooh! A very evocative piece Judy
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