Does she sleep long enough to dream, this dread of nightmare
she’s expressed so many times dove the years, the locking and unlocking of
doors, need to keep safe from real or imagined dangers, no high road, only the lowest
of low, we dare not tread on too long, the end of the year making it all too
real, too painful to dwell on, a nightmare from which we need to wake, yet when
we wake, we still dream?
Do we trust sleep to hear us, or are we trapped in a
never-ending cycle of fear, scared to close our eyes to sleep, terrified to
wake up, this dream within a dream, with the realization we might never wake?
Do we sleep long enough to dream, to feel the dread of nightmare
when all we want from life is love, and fear most what love can become, and if
it was every anything more than mist in the morning, the need to fell less
pain, this dream we dream with the hope when we wake we will feel hope still,
how we might untangle ourselves from this chain reaction, wake up to find we
are not awake at all, just dreaming a different dream we can never wake up
from.
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