It’s nights like this that haunt you
when the dark pit that is your soul
shakes you awake to be heard
demanding the façade be dropped.
When the rain against the window
chants all your missed opportunities
and the wind whispers your every regret.
When you wander the silent halls
of your home in hope of answers
and buried hurts of the past
play out before you on bare walls
like a movie in slow motion on mute.
When all your armour is removed
and your heart bleeds onto the floor
while your tears soak your feet
as the thunder and lightning outside
mirror the war raging in your heart.
As dawn chases night from the sky
and your heart is healed for now
when light seeps under the door
only then your mask slips back on
until the next long sleepless night.
Bio: Jenny lives in Wodonga with her beautiful husband and children. She is a teacher who hopes to pass her love of words onto her students.