Phantoms of the Night

Writing poetry in the middle of the night because reflux is keeping you awake has its nuances, especially when you are on retreat with several mutual mentors who are also therapists! Here’s the poem:Phantoms of the nightGather around my bedWhispering anxieties and “what ifs”They scoff at my commands of dismissalSo perhaps I should befriend them“NoContinue reading “Phantoms of the Night”