Where Secrets Hide

Natasha Head By Natasha Head, 22nd Nov 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Dreams are often funny things, that in our waking hours we tend to push back and forget. But it is in these dark recesses where our fears are allowed to show themselves, when we release our control over ourselves, to the dreaming realm.

Upon waking...

Racing heart and hard to breath,
Trying desperately to get my bearings,
As reality evades my restless attempts
To grab hold of the solid, the real,
Across from me he lies,
Regular breathing, sound asleep
Cemented in the world he denies
My stomach rolls at the thoughts,
The images burned into the back of my brain
As though I was afforded a front row seat
To the indiscretion that haunts me.
Hate so real I can taste the bitterness,
Formed within the subconscious confines
Of a mind I thought I knew.
Who wrecks this havoc on my sleeping hours,
Who knows me so well?
Well enough to induce such panic?
I plant my feet firmly on the floor,
Refusing to release what little control I've left
As I ignore my bleeding heart,
And push forward with my day.

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author avatar Natasha Head
Born into a real estate family, Natasha has been a licensed real estate agent since 1993. She has penned many works based on her experience, and enjoys freelancing as well. She has a keen interest in arts, music and spirituality, and enjoys the opp...(more)

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author avatar Denise O
24th Nov 2010 (#)

darn powerful words.
Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Humza
15th Dec 2010 (#)

beautiful natasha

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