Dawning Creations

I left.

With one foot off the last step

And my hand sticking to the railing,

I let my foot touch ground.

This was a new beginning.

But I was scared.

For so long, I have tried to live like everybody else.

I tried to keep my outbursts in check.

I tried and failed again and again.

The visions keep returning to me,

like a child’s reoccurring nightmare.

I see a form of a man.

He appears as a shadow and never  leaves my side.

I awake with the dawn of day to him approaching me.

He never speaks.

All that I hear are his footsteps as he inches closer.

But as his footsteps grow louder,

his appearance becomes less and less defined.

I doubt he’s anything but a creation designed by mind.

Still, he is always there.

He’s in every corner of every place I enter.

I walk down the sidewalk and step into a real man’s car.

Where he will take me, they can help, I’m hoping.

Where’s he’s taking me, there are others that see this man

or creatures like him.

There is a chance for me to lose him forever

or learn that he’ll always be.

Only time will tell.