The Dark

Almost a week ago I woke up in the middle of the night when I heard a loud thud followed by footsteps on my ceiling. This was rapidly followed by the unmistakable sound of someone trying to get into the house through the roof. Alone and afraid, all I had in the form of a weapon was a pair of scissors which I clutched in one hand whilst I prayed for help to arrive fast. It's been 6 days since and my life has taken on a new pattern. I struggle to fall asleep at night, and work harder to stay awake during the day. I'm truly exhausted, but restless. I now sleep with a knife under the bed , perfume sprays in lieu of pepper sprays and a thought out plan for combatting midnight villains. It's ridiculous really, but it sucks to not feel safe in one's own home. 

Recurring nightmares

Half asleep, heart racing , I see phantom faces laced with malicious intent

Reality and imagination blur into a miasma of unease

The tiniest sound makes me jump

Relaxation eludes me as I struggle to fall back to sleep

The dark taunts and jeers as I battle for composure and fight for rest 

The dark claims that little shred of security even as it shrouds me in exhaustion. 

Tonight I need to believe that my Papa in heaven will grant me peace

Surely He who calms the storms and quietens the winds possesses the power to still my fears .. 

For the Lord loves justice, and he will never abandon the godly. He will keep them safe forever

Psalms 37 : 28