Sometimes I Wake

By Amanda Antoinette Rebello

To a mild morning haze

Bathed in dripping sunbeams

Woke with moist droplets from the canthus of my eyes

Breathing in the slight suffocating air of my claustrophobic cage

Calming my racing pulse

Till I'm sure, I'm not ending today

I breathe in slow, my fingertips tingling with the fear of a new day

Gripping the sheets in one final push into this fading reality.

Sometimes I wake

To absent minds & vacant voids

Where my thoughts aren't my own even though I think them

An out of body experience

I am not myself.

Sometimes I wake

And drift into glorious limbo

Fading in and out of a myriad of dreams

Prismatic murals of superimposed colours

Away from the confines of reality

And dream of the day

I wake to nothing at all.

Sometimes I wake

To blissful nothingness.

By Amanda Antoinette Rebello