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