Stained Soul

Those moments engrained in my mind,

Forever taking a toll.

They may seem minimal to you,

But to me, they stained my soul.

Anytime a man mimics your language,

I shut in, shut down, revert.

To my former silent self,

I have grown, gained strength, become alert.

Red flags flap in the spring breeze,

The winds of change in the air.

True colours shine brightly,

And my soul is ripped open and bare.

Something isn’t normal,

The anger is no longer contained.

The blaitant disregard for us,

Made me feel like I’m insane.

Dreams, why do you evade me?

Are you hiding something I must face?

I wish for a few hours of silence,

As I lay still within my sheets and lace.

My sleep forces me to see what I managed to avoid,

It allows my intuition space to scream.

My subconscious reveals my emotions,

If I hide it any longer, I may burst at the seam.

Dreams, you are a window,

Into my soul, my inner peace.

If I listen to you and let you speak,

Will my fears begin to cease?