Poetic Asides – Day 1 – Resistance Poem 2

Dreamweaver

Sleep begins
to seduce me
with the quiet promise
that I might hide
within the darkened warps
between the stars.

But self-induced
insomnia
is as necessary
as the tense shuttle
of my arm
blocking the murky
shadows
of my fears.

For there is no rest
in flying,
in running
within the twisted,
warping mazes
where distorted images
are thrown across
my dreams.

I tangle every
sheet and doubt
till only morning
covers me,
and what I thought
I knew
unravels
in the light.