Poetry

Excavation

Darling,
when I dream,
I excavate old relics —
skeletons and ghosts —
from the past.

I wonder if, this time, they want to play or if I’ll wake up with more scars. I should know better by now to let dead things lie.

© Sarah Doughty

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35 thoughts on “Excavation”

  1. Dealing with PTSD and dreams is not fun at all. Just the other night I had a dream that I was sleeping my bed, and I could hear my mother screaming that there was a “bad man” outside the door. Screaming for me to wake up. I put so much effort into waking up in the dream, that I actually woke up in real life. Heaving for air and on the verge of shouting for help. It was not a nice experience. I hope we all can find some kind of peace so that our dreams don’t keep haunting us ❤

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