In the Night

Rhonda Marrone
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
I wake in the night in a dark scary bedroom: Image from: https://numning.info/dark-scary-bedroom

I wake in the night,
The darkest part of the night
Not knowing where I am
Not knowing who I am
My mind thinks I am a child
My mind believes my mom is somewhere nearby.

I wake in the night,
The darkest, loneliest part
Feeling as though I’m a little girl curled in bed
Under safe, warm blankets
Where someone tucked me safe and sound.

I wake in the night and I am afraid.

I wake in the dark of the night and gasp in fright.
I am confused. I am lost, lost in the years.
My years are lost.
Lost in time and space.
Where is here and now?

How did I get here? I do not know.
Minutes, moments later, I know where I am. But still:
How did I get here?
I am not the child.
I have grown children
I am alone in a big house.
In the darkest hours of the night
I am not a child, my mind realizes
All my children are grown and gone.
In the darkest hours of the night
There is no one here but me
And I am no longer frightened.

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I am all of these and more: poet, author, teacher, mother, grandmother, crazy cat lady, lover of nature, tree hugger, environmentalist, feminist, advocate.

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