Toronto born poet, Oneal Walters, is also author of the book, The Age Begins.
nightmare; she tosses and pushes, his name she yells
not mine, but I lie beside her thinking, breathing,
alone, awake. Is it my mistake to look at her?
She lies beside me, rocking and yelling his name.
How can I enter into her dream and heal her,
defend her from the past that scars beneath skin?
How can I erase the fear, thick like a sleeping bag
that completely covers her safety and security?
I stare at her weaken-tiny-spirit;
it’s within a slim-grown-body.
I whisper, “you’re safe.” She doesn’t answer,
won’t stop yelling his name. I whisper, “can you hear me?”
Yes. “He can’t hurt you.” No. “I’m here, you’re safe.” Really.
She stops rocking and pushing, she begins to rest.
I blink. She opens her eyes; I look through her pupils at myself
seeing concern frozen on my face, melted away by our silence.
A healing due to time, I watch myself lie down in bed,
my head sinks into the pillow, my eyes close;
sleep wins and silence becomes our freedom.
Oneal Walters will be contributing poems bi-weekly to the Call and Post Newspaper. You can learn more about Oneal Walters at www.onealwalters.com.