I have been experimenting with both research-based writing (most of this blog) and creative writing. I decided to share a creative piece I wrote during exams.
I sink into my bed of dreams, waiting for Sleep to catch me.
She extends her soft arms,
I fall into her warm embrace as a cold droplet of liquid descends from the sky.
This isn’t just any type of liquid;
this is a poison.
It finds its way through the clouds
and through the roof
and through the ceiling
straight to me.
The droplet creates a gentle “pluck” as it crashes into my head,
It begins a ripple effect.
My mind starts to wrinkle in waves that spread through my body.
I become stiff as this icey enemy infiltrates my vulnerable, porous tissue.
It seeps through me,
multiplying in number and force until an army of droplets march
across my skin,
through my veins.
They drive off Sleep; she lets out a broken cry as they pierce her with venom.
They tear down my walls.
They destroy my fortifications.
They rule my body.
I am helpless under their power–
until you come.
You take them down, one by one, forcing them from my body.
You cleanse my veins of their disease;
you clear my brain of their virus.
They try to resist,
but you are stronger.
You brush them from my skin as if they are flies,
pushing them into the void.
You look at me.
You smile wearily; you have done this too many times before.
You envelop me in your arms.
You kiss my forehead.
You return me to Sleep.
She cradles me again in her warmth.
Each night I prepare for this battle,
waiting for anxiety to attack.
On the nights it does not,
Sleep whisks me away.
But when the poison finds me,
you are always there–
I often find that before I can fall asleep, fear and anxiety strike me, making me paranoid about the next days’ worries. The “you” in the piece is up to interpretation, representing whatever helps one to recover from an anxiety attack.