Midnight Keeper

There is a troublesome silence alone in my room, almost suffocating, as if I were trapped inside my tomb. Not even an echo has roamed my night begining hell, just the loneliness inside of me has crept up to dwell.

My thoughts race and move quickly throughout my restless head, my mind pounds hard on every thought and moment like I have been shot with a ton of lead. No one should have to fathom the sigh that leaves my breath, or the sound of my heart, its beating half to death.

You would think with this kind of silence you could peacefully fall to sleep, but the agony has hollowed traps of my memory,they haunt me, crave and creep. The late dark night hours have yet to begin their scare and continue to keep me awake, how much more can my soul possible take?

The past should be forgotten and I should settle for acceptance, tomorrow is a new day, but instead I let my keeper hold me, every night Iam the prey. It holds me tight within the grip, tearing me apart, until my tears slowly drip.

A quiet cry I intend to place, I dont want anyone to see my fear rolling down my face. This peaceful night I should try to leave it all alone, but its hard when my keeper wants to tell me stories, and remind me of the places I use to roam.

With eyes wide shut, Iam still awake, How much can I be disturbed, if I dont stop this mess soon it will be hard to fake.

Iam haunted by my keeper, my mind wandering ghost, I let it take me in, My soul has become its permenent host.

Written by: Michele Dore-Cannon.

A dreamful splendor...

As I pull away my sheets and hop into bed, an new place awaits inside of my head.
Escaping the the world in my midnight somber, my mind drifts away to a place I can ponder.

Through the shadows of the dark, I walk beside still waters of a beautiful lake, the flowers and the smell is almost to wonderful to take. The gravel road is leading as far as I can see, to a farmhouse in the distance, why is this so familiar to me?

Past the Weeping Willows and the White blossomed Magnolia trees, Iam not really sure but could this be...

As I walk closer I begin to smell, the presence of of warm cornbread and grits and hear the famous dinner bell! I began to run to the house, my memory has finally taken me back, a life I remember where everthing was on track.

Its a good feeling to hear my old Mamie holler, supper is ready its on the table, come on leave those darn chickens alone and quit playing hopscotch in the stable. Wash your hands and lets sit down, you girls can tell me whats going on over yonder in town.

Grandpa swings open the screen door and comes right on in, no matter what Mamie cooked her good food always gave him a smile or a grin.

These are the happiest moments I will always remember, along with the cold winter months, huddled by a fire Papa would make December. Home is gone but not in my dreams, My memory falls back there during hard times it seems.

As Iam awoke up by the dawns early light, sitting on my bed reality comes back, and memories of home drift slowly out of sight.

After the day is over and I begin to pray, the the good Lord gives me back my dream where I loved to play. The horses and animals the birds and my favorite Willow Will, my favorite place I would daydream with my arms folded on my bedroom window sill.

Do you have a dream of a favorite memory or place, I do, It takes me away, where there were no more troubles ever to face.

Trapped Angel: Written by Michele Cannon( draft)

She is a young soul, that has been through a strain full of hell. Her skin is soft but burns from the flames beneath her outer shell. In her mind her thoughts race and captivate the pain, of what she had done with a life lived in vain.


Alone in her somber she kneels at night to pray, to hopefully move on from the torture she lived in so many ways. At night she dreams of a night she doesn't cry, she only wishes the memories of the past would just fall away from her and die.

So many times she has been broken down and decieved, sometimes there is just nothing more for her to wonder or even believe. She feels the many eyes of demons watching her at night as she drifts off to sleep her memory of visions begin to take flight.

The burdens of her past are beating on her back, the repression of her memories have turned her wings from white to black. A fallen angel, a broken soul but with alot of her heart she still wants to give, she wonders if anyone will be willing to accept, with all the life she has lived.

The morning light brings a new day without desperation, she swallows the pills without hesitation. To some its so many just to wash the pain away inside, but its gets her through the day cause her feeings are many and too hard to hide.

Today the world surrounds her and the darkness is a night gone in the past, but another night awaits to cut her like glass. But for now the birds above have a song to sing, maybe a moment to forgive for what the past had to bring.

Written by Michele Cannon. (this is only a draft)

Poem I wrote: A Sleepless Light ( Midnight hour of an Army Wife)

Laying here in the silent dark of night, the shades left open, the moon is my only comfort beaming on sheets of white. Alone Iam in this moonlit room, Only my thoughts surround me as if I were trapped in a tomb.
Its listless and silent within these walls, sometimes I get up to roam my thoughts along these lonely halls.I turn my side to get the brightness away, just to find myself gazing at the pillow where your head would always lay.
I reach for the pillow and pull it close within my arms to embrace, as a lonely heartbroken tear runs down my widowed face. I shift my body back towards the moon's beaming light, the stream of rays from what seems to be heaven helps calm my fright.
So as I lay here in silence with my shadow beamed guest, maybe sleep will find me on my dawn awaiting quest. Even though the nights dark hours have yet to lurk around me, the moon is whispering a light lullabye to quiet comfort and surround me. ~ Michele K. Cannon~


A SLEEPLESS LIGHT
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Passing This Torch: Written by Michele Cannon

As you place your gear on and get ready for battle, you passed the mirror and saw my reflection. I said yes my Son, I have been down this road you are getting ready to travel, too many times to mention.



You stare at my camoflouge old and worn, then you looked down at yours, barely bruised or torn. Who are you? You asked me with concern, looking at my face covered in dirt,sweat and tears over my sunburn.



I looked back at you with my reply, we are just alike you and I. We took that creed that oath that we would die, fighting for freedom and the human right. The day has come for me to pass this light, its a torch that guided me through all and gave me sight.



Iam giving it to you so it will light your way, to help give others freedom and hope for a brighter day. Place it tightly within your heart and keep the flame, keep it strong and help your fellow brothers do the same.



You still want to know where I come from, its a place of honor, held by only some.



I may have liberated concentration camps and flew over Germany in world war II, I may have died at Pearl Harbor, the day the attack happened there were only a survived few. Whether my name is planted on the Veitnam Wall, just like you I saw my fellow brothers fall.



Its true what they say that some gave all, you see its me that passes this torch to you because FREEDOM everywhere must stand tall.



I must go now my son, my duty is finally done, Heavens Army is calling for me, up there we are all together as ONE. You have a place up there too, but you are young and we are counting on you, to carry this light on and hold it true.



I will see you on the other side when its time for you to retreat, you must pass this torch on before reporting home with your mission complete.



Thank you for your service its now time for me to rest, your a HERO now to all, passing this torch of freedom, you now run with the best By: Michele Cannon~

Chained Heart Written by Michele Cannon

A lonely heart that fell from grace, to a heartbroken soul that fell out of place

You gave your heart to someone and let them take, not knowing the future or what
would be at stake. You never thought possible that someone could gain, the
pleasure of ripping out your heart, just to leave it in pain.

Its hard to see someones true colors in the presence of their reflection, until they
break you apart in pieces and wound you with rejection.

I know the cold lonely nights you deal with all to well, As you lie awake feeling as if
you were trapped in a dark basement cell. I know the feeling of burning inside,
you cant stop your tears, they have become to hard to hide. The walls closing in giving
faintness and dread, weigh on your body like a million pounds of lead.

Dont feel discouraged of what the future may hold, those feelings of being unhappy,
forever lonely and old. Take this time and let the lesions of your inner soul heal,
It may seem hard when the feelings are so real.

Take it from me, I have been there and I understand, this is not the end of your
game, you will have time to deal a brand new deck at hand. Listen to me tell you
there is life after death, it will take your soul some time, but she catches her
breath.

So as you begin to sew the wings back on your heart, remember this experience,
take yourself down a new road with a brand new start. I know how you feel I was
once there before,let yourself close and open a brand new door.

I was in this position some years ago, this I can remember and see, what has
happened to you, has also happened to me.


Written by Michele K. Cannon

Lucid Visions: Through The Glass By Michele Cannon.

He came to me in a dream. I was running in my house, away from something unknown. I ran to my sliding glass doors. They would not open. Panic, I was in such a panic. I wonder what I was running from and who was chasing me. Fearful, dreadful, poisonous moment of insecurity. The glass doors just will not open! Dressed in a white gown with many tear drops on the front, hair flowing, bare foot and cold chills. My breathing became heavier within each moment the doors refuse to open, it got harder for them to pull.

On the other side of the glass, I realized a shadow drawing near, close, closer...My fear with each step of this strange figure began to calm. Closer to the glass he came. A middle aged man, handsome in a dress blue airforce uniform, trimmed and clean, with the cap on. As he drew near he had a warm smile. He touched the glass with both of his hands. I knew who he was, I couldnt place how or where I knew this man. Dark olive completion thick but well groomed brows. So perfect with such a light about him. I was so happy yet sad at the same time. The door still would not open.

I asked him to please open the door, the words he gently whispered made me feel safe and that everything was going to be okay, like the voice of an angel, he said, "in due time", He would hold his finger up as to point into the dark midnight sky, he said, in such a familiar voice, "Iam watching you my Bella, dont worry, Iam watching over you". He touch his hands on mine through the glass, he kept smiling at me. He was so happy and seemed so free. Where was he from? Why was he here? I had forgetten the mere fact I was running from something...

He backed away from the glass door, slowly, I begged him not to leave, but he just smiled an eventually turned his body towards the left of the door. He kept pointing upward...Finally the door flung open with such a pull it blew the cold wind right through me.
I instantly remembered where I have seen this man before, where I heard his voice before, why he made me feel so safe and my fears were calmed...."Papa, tu sei qui! Sei davvero qui da sempre! Ti amo! Torna indietro! I love you, come back....He was gone. Come back...

This short blog is based on a dream I had 2 nights ago...

Do you ever sit in your dream and say to yourself, "WAKE UP, this is only a dream!" Especially if its a bad one. Then, it just becomes so real each time you think or say that in your mind, in your dream. The brain works in mysterious ways. Do you ever wonder if your dreams are a slight message as to what is really going on around you? Or if they are a message from something beyond our control?

Scientifically, this is called Lucid dreaming. Meaning you are conscious in your dream. You are fully aware of the fact you are dreaming....

Sometimes, I do think something beyond are control plays a part in our dream state. Something unknown to us...

What do you think?? If you have a good answer email it to me at michelecannon28@yahoo.com or facebook me in my inbox.