Panic

 By dusks break and quiet sound, I hear my mind growing loud. 

The time for slumber will never come, not while it continues its odious hum. 

A hum so violent I shake with fear, wondering if my soul is equally as near. 

And if it is, why does it not start, waking me from this nightmare in my heart?

The hum takes a breath, I reach for answers.

In that moment, all I’m met with is slander. 

You’re not enough, it says. You’ll lose them, it says. You’ll be too much, it says. 

As I reach one final time, I feel a hand; a closeness. 

He holds me, I cry. I gather my strength for another try. 

Enough I tell the hum, it’s all a lie, I’m enough because I try.