The Fear Is What Keeps Us Here vol 1_part3

The night keeps sending me postcards of old ghosts
They come back in color — sharper than they ought

I used to sleep with anchors stitched into my ribs
Weights of other people's measures — heavy as ships
Dreams delivered receipts for debts I never owed
They printed my reflection in margins I outgrew

I learned to match the metronome of someone else's praise
Till mornings were a ledger and nights were stained with haze

But the ledger folds; the ink won't always bind
I keep the pages closed to see what I might find

I untie anchors at dawn and let the harbor breathe
Not to go forever — just to learn what keeps me seaborne
I am not exile or surrender; I am a hand on my own sleeve
I set a course for healing — not for leaving forevermore

I traded clocks for compasses, traded scores for sails
Recalibrated pulses that once beat to broken scales
The old machine of praise still clicks beneath the floor
I hear it in my sleep but I no longer own the door

No fury in the severing — just a patient, careful cut
A seam rethreaded gently so the wound does not erupt

CUT — THE — CORD
LOOSE — THE — LINE
FLOAT — AWAY
LEARN — TO — BREATHE

I will fold the maps you pressed into my palm
Keep one corner for the future: a slow, tentative psalm
I might light a flare one day, send a soft, careful call
But not to tether my spine — only to say I learned to stand tall

This anchorless dawn is mine to meet alone
I steer from memory, but I hold the helm my own
If time allows a bridge, I’ll send my voice across the foam
Until then I learn the harborless route back toward home

The clock still whispers, the night still keeps its pace
But I wake with pockets empty — and a steadier place

ANCHORLESS DAWN (THE LONG NIGHT Part 3)

CONTROL

"Don't Wake Me Up" by Inhuman 666 is a song about someone living with borderline personality disorder, trapped in a cycle of extreme emotions, fear of abandonment, and a mind that feels unstable. They love someone and push them away simultaneously. They feel safest in the dark because waking up to reality hurts too much. The song conveys the confusion, emotional swings, and profound pain of wanting love but being terrified of it, begging not to be “woken up” because reality feels like it will shatter them.

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