Tossing, turning, clock watching
Quietly up pacing ~ racing
Pillow off to couch
Rising upward as if skipping
Each skip - soul travels
Travels higher
So high it peeks down
Witnessing itself
Separating from body
Rising a stilled comma
Spirit shaped peeling
Away from body
Traveling upward
Fear sinks higher
Now too high
Consciousness now aware
Legs, arms and head
No longer felt
All unable to reintegrate
Voice screams
Terrors woes
Body grabs soul
Descends back into black
From ethereal stealing mist
Earth shattering
Screams of the night
Melt all back as one
Gracious Hugs
Ground traveling soul
Securely anchoring it love
Debora Short
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-terrors/
