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My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil. They lie in wait. They make sure I have my defences down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.
My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background. I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.
These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber. I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their foul breath assaults my senses. The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.
I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them. My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room. I must be sure to catch them if they linger. All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.
My hands shake as I toss my gown to the floor. Sliding back into bed, I stare at the ceiling. Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.
With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation. How will the dragons manifest this time? Will I find myself once again in the dark? Alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see me way back into the light.
As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….
This project is run in partnership with Things Dre Makes, and will run for the whole month of May – Mental Health Awareness Month. The idea is to personify a mental illness or difficult emotion you are facing.
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