Bloodrush interrupts the silence,
a sudden offence to the still.
Cocooned in marshmallow,
foetal and calm,
i breathe.

I breathe in unison with my
beating heart,
a soothing constant to
pacify me awhile.
Briefly satisfied,
I sleep.

I sleep,
restless and fretful,
no longer eased by bloodrush.
Silence given over to the
tormented wail of my dream.
Frantic,
I fight.

I fight to emerge from
the once welcomed comfort of sleep.
Limbs thrashing and sweat-soaked,
truth and relief realised,
I breathe.