'Rising From The Depths' by Trish



CHANGING THE TEMPO

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Each day I stare into the  light, each night the dark

And all the while my heart beats a tempo from the past

I stir my limbs to action, draw a deeper breath

But the deeper I go, the nearer I am, to fear, terror and death.

Who is this silent tormentor, who pushes, pulls or stops

Me cutting  my own shape, out of  hand me down cloth.

I sense this other someone, who has me running wild

Even heard a voice, that of a distressed  child.

 And so I lick my wounds, stifle nightime's  scream

When murky shadows turn to monsters, in my  land of dreams.

Let my  breath, pant  its erratic tempo,
Meanwhile  as day turns to night,

I prepare myself a strategy, and also,
practice how to bite!