Dawning Creations

The sky lightens slowly,

shifting from a hard deep navy to a soft shallow baby blue.

The birds are chirping,

reminding me that it’s getting further into morning.

I yearn to go elsewhere but now, for the time being, this is where I have to be.

I gaze down the snug hallway and run my

fingers along the cold off white walls as I anxiously pace the early morning away.

I keep trying  to engage in someone’s, anyone’s conversation but nothing keeps me interested enough to distract me from my thoughts.

My thoughts haunt me so badly, that they chased me into this social exile.

Even though, in this place we’re all together.

It’s not enough.

Nothing can break their tenacious hold on me.

Nothing.

It makes me wonder, while everyone else is sleeping sound, if I am the creatures that torment me.

I wonder if some part of myself disliked another so intensely that that particular angry part of me decided to hunt and destroy the rest …