Powerless


she awoke behind closed eyes, parched with panic, damp fear making its way to the surface of her skin

its ominous presence made known 

it wasn’t anywhere in particular;
it was all-the-places, taking up all the space, ready, hungry, waiting

it was here for her

she could feel its soul salivating, its need heavy in the air, her breathing labored, the air freezing in gasps in her lungs

it wants to diminish her

with all her will, she struggled to pry open her eyes, her brain certain to make it so, her individual muscles desperate to cooperate

it allowed no sight

her voice gathered all its strength to scream, pushing and heaving within her chest, it’s stifled agony glued to the tip of her tongue 

it allowed no sound

her arms tensed to throw back the covers, and her feet begged to run and run and run, muscles rigid with yearning, threatening to snap

it allowed no movement

so it was she accepted her fate,
breathing slowing in surrendered trembles, muscles giving way to exhaustion, and eyes which no longer needed opening in order to see, shed involuntarily tears

it allowed them

~image found on Pinterest, and the words are bringing to life a dream I had repeatedly,  long ago

39 thoughts on “Powerless

  1. Nice. The poem was very evocative, as was the picture. I have a young friend (20) who painted a picture not long ago of just a beautiful woman’s eye up close. The canvas was probably 48 x 36. From behind the pupil in the eye there were two claws starting to reach around. Painted on the bottom of the picture Hydee had put “Not all monsters hide in the closet…” It was pretty freaky but so beautiful in color. She had painted it for her senior art class. Would have bought it but you wouldn’t sell it to me.

    • Thanks, Calen. That sounds interesting and beautiful! And she sounds very talented. My daughter is 14, and she’s an amazing artist (I’m probably biased) with an incredible imagination. I never tire of seeing what she comes up with.

  2. Ditto what everyone else has already said. I hate powerlessness. It’s the one thing on this planet that can start my fight engine faster than anything else.

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