War and Peace

War and Peace

No one else glimpses him in the shadows

at the end of your bed

when you are trying to sleep.

No one else hears the screeching panic

heart pounding in your ears

when someone gets too close to feel comfortable.

No one else feels your skin crawl

as he claws at your hair

clammy hands nowhere, then all at once.

No one else smells his sweat

how it rubbed against your skin,

how it lingers.

No one else tastes the dry mouth

the fear

the residue.

No one else knows the innermost battles

of the mind’s armed conflict with itself.

Then they wonder

why you’re tired

but can’t sleep

why you have no energy

but don’t eat

why you just had a bath

but run another

why you’re home alone

but don’t want company

why you fell in love

but don’t want to be touched.

Call it what you want.

To me, it’s a love story,

between a mind and body

learning how to build and rebuild their home in each other

until, in the end, they make peace.