3.30 am and I awake in a cold sweat.
With an aching head,
Tiredness has bled right out of me
In bright red.
It is the floor, I discover
With a discarded cover.
What I would do now to be with another.
Even my mother.
The man on the plane
Made them jump into rain
And then the explosion’s pain jolted me awake
Forgetting my place
I stand and embrace
The room with which I am now faced.
To return to normality is a mental race,
Six years today,
No nightmares have come my way
Since six years ago on this day.
Must be the new duvet.