A phantom came in the night
I remember his pounding hearbeat
I remember mine. Terrified.
I had a home until
The day the
IT is there because it happened
Although IT exists more like a memory of a nightmare
IT still feels so...unreal
IT did happen.
Sometimes the tears just fall,
these feeling which feel like they come from the abyss flood out.
My body remembers IT
But my mind prefers to pretend its a mere shadow
Its okay, I can just switch on the light and the darkness will go away
IT will go away.
But still, sometimes I feel his phantom heartbeat pounding
and sometimes I hear his words
and I remember
IT is there.
Sarah Quinley is a psychotherapist and counsellor, singer-songwriter, artist and poet currently based in Edinburgh. Her empathic understanding of trauma and other psychological distress inspires her work and she expresses her interpretations through a variety of creative mediums. She curates a blog accepting stories about people's experiences in therapy. You can submit your stories and visit her website here: https://www.clearlightminds.com/blog