Poem: Unshakable Dreams
I live in a tangled web
where my dreams haunt
my day even when I don’t
remember them.
Where I hang onto
the hope that all the people
I lost are not gone.
I live in a world
where part of my heart
clings to the possibility
that my reality is the
nightmare and my
dreams are real.
Maybe that’s why
when I dream all the ones I love
are still alive
and the gray morning light
wakens me,
I cry to find I’m in
the wrong reality.
I feel like I’m living in the wrong reality almost every day. Anyway, great piece, Mandie! 👍
I hear you, Diana. And thank you!
You’re welcome!
I like this a lot… my dreams alas are even worse than reality… but the thought of two realities is a good one.
I tend to remember a good deal of my dreams, and many of mine probably qualify more as nightmares, so in that way this reality is much better. But there are the few that creep in that leave me uncomfortably aware of what I’ve lost when I wake up, because for a moment I dared to believe the dream was true and I woke up to lose those people all over again.
Thanks for stopping by, Björn. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you.