Gena Mohwish

the hour before dawn

i often wake
in the middle
of the night from
nightmares to
a ghost-like figure
standing
in the doorway.

i can hear noises from
inside this seemingly
massive room.

it is difficult
to tell
whether they are
coming from
inside
or
outside
of my mind.

there is
a long 10 minutes
left until
the sun
rises.

gena mohwish left ninety percent of her old life on a whim to begin a new life. she did not do this to escape her past, but to finally be happy. and she is.