The storm did pass, And the fire did stop, Still something lingers there, Or was it just me? The Wobbly legs And Drooping eyes Kept on warning me to stop Done sinking into my sea; My personal sea of self-doubt. Walking back home The air still stinks, Of smoke and ash; Yet the dark was fresh Dressed in silence and calm. Passing by the doors of memories, I could listen to the invisible, Yet strange footsteps close; Only to find again, the hidden fears Haunting my way back home. Darkness couldn't scare me anymore But the echoes could and always do; Like those echoes of past Like those echoes of pain. Betrayed by the nausea, Hit by waves of exhaustion, Finally, I closed my eyes To find shelter, in those cold arms. Letting sleep take over me, Silencing the disturbed mind, Again, I reminded myself, It was real, yet a harmless shadow; A living shadow from an old nightmare. bit of body text.