They want to add more activity to his day. More interests. Better engagements. A hobby. A new skill.
They don’t understand.
He is fine during the days. It is the night that haunts him. Not the dark, but the solitude. The walls closing. The suffocating silence where his breath fills all the space till there is no air left. No room for words.
Then there’s the fatigue and how it erodes all his resistance. Lets the blackness in.
They offered medicine. Said it will help him fall asleep and stay asleep.
And it made it worse.
Now his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream and he cannot find the door to waking.
He feels mummified. Lost in the abyss of thoughts and memory.
The bombs. The mines. The child.
He couldn’t save him.
Guilt swallows all.
How could there be a dawn?
Note: Dedicated to all whose deepest wounds are unseen. May you find your dawn.
The quote prompt: “his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream” from “Caged Bird” by Maya Angelou