Drained.

Drained

So many people asking
How I am.
The urge to run,
To hide,
Becomes so very
Strong.

I've talked to those
I trust.
I'm tired, I'm drained.
Please, no one ask
Me anymore.
I don't want to
Explain everything
All over again.

Could I just curl
Up and sleep?
But no, I can't, for
That's when nightmares
Come.

An ironic occurrence...
I don't want to talk
And yet, if I don't,
The nightmares force me
To deal.

Forced to talk
Or not to sleep.
What am I supposed to do?

I'd rather the nightmares.
They're easier to
Deal with…

No, I can't though.
Friends won't let me.
I can't hide
Anymore.

Why does that scare me?
It shouldn't
But it does…

I just want to curl up
And hide
From it all.

I wish I had a
Safe Haven
To run to and
Let everything melt
Away…

Abba, I want You
To be that
Safe Haven,
But I don't know
How to
Trust anymore…

Help my distrust…
Help me to trust.

I want to know
Your Love.
Show me, Father…
Show me
Your Love.