That was brutal, this last set
of dreams
my subconscious mind at work.
Dream always sounds like such
an ethereal word
yet the reality is so far from
that.
These dreams that come late in
the morning
after I have lain awake for
hours.
When my thoughts are busy
taking their shape
and my fears being realized.
I dream of things that are too
close to real
there is some lesson in this, I
know.
The things that I am trying too
hard to grasp
are laid out here at my feet.
I dream of leavings and
wanderings
I dream of distance far and
near.
I dream of harsh words telling
me no
I dream of being made to walk
alone.
There are messages and secrets
and learnings deep
there are things that I never
need to see again.
It’s all there in the soft grey
of the twilight
yet it is screaming as if
crystal clear.
I should have listened long ago
to the dreams where I fell from
the sky.
As I would come crashing down
to the ground
and with a startling jolt I
would wake.
I should have listened as I ran
in fear
yet could never quite run fast
enough.
Something was always one step
behind
waiting to eat me alive.
There were messages there loud
and clear
yet I would simply curl into
you to be safe.
Now as I dream there is nowhere
to hide
the images line the walls of my
room.
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