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Dreams with whom my bond was deep,
Dreams within dreams, or words we keep
Like pages read, or understood,
Yet between reading and knowing stood
Some broken dreams, unfinished, torn,
Some tied to hope, some gently worn,
Dreams breathing like roses, hidden away
In a quiet corner of the heart, where they stay.
I had dreams each night,
Barely remembered a few.
Didnât wake without a fight,
Happier than I ever knew.
They were my life at its height,
Best parts of me they drew.
In the darkness, my light,
Happiness my mind into.
Dreams that pull us toward the will to live,
When life itself has nothing left to give.
People like me, tried time and again,
Tested by life, then by our own pain.
Running from life, then running from self,
Caught in a dreamâs deceptive spell.
Sometimes a dream of a beautiful hand,
A promised presence, softly planned,
My nightmares made me lie awake,
Shudder at the thought of sleep.
My mind learned what dreams take,
As Iâd wake up and weep.
Wasnât only night where tears would make,
When awake, what I sewed would reap.
I tried and tried, but rest canât be faked,
In the day, half asleep so deep.
A flame of hope, a fragile light,
Burning bravely inside the night.
Or a girl, tightrope-walking desire,
Small little wishes, a mind on fire,
Building castles of dreams so tall,
Unaware how dreams can rise and fall.
When did those dreams turn into pain?
I never noticed, couldnât explain.
I walked through life being told I look dead,
My eyes are open, mind thinking, Iâm alive.
I donât follow everywhere you feel Iâm led,
Doesnât mean I wonât get there and arrive.
Rest of you march and eat whatever youâre fed,
By the rules given without you or your drive.
Waking dreams and nightmares keep me ahead,
I donât want to survive. I want to thrive.
She carried them on her fragile shoulders,
Believing her destination closer and closer.
But when they shattered in a single breath,
She learned the truth theyâd kept from her depth:
Her shoulders were never meant to bear
That crushing weight she carried there.
She ran and ran, but dreams gave chase,
Her legs screamed pain, yet kept the pace.
Sleeping awake and waking sleep each day,
My monsters werenât there when I closed my eyes.
No amount of faith kept them at bay or away,
Living in lows without any highs.
Could it be good? Sure. Whatever you say,
Echoes of myself are never honest, full of lies.
Followed every method, every book, every way,
Kept on falling. When do I rise?
She stumbled, fell, then rose once more,
Her feet cut open by shattered lore.
Glass of dreams spread far and wide,
As far as her wounded eyes could find.
Because she felt weak, she chose to flee,
Until a thought came quietly,
Why run from dreams, why not stand still?
Why not face them with iron will?
I fell into the shadows of a self I found.
Whose self was it? Was it even me?
Through the motions for years, all around,
Never knew was it me or was it he?
Finally I woke up to a silent sound,
I was blinded to self, but now? I could see.
Searched for myself like a bloodhound,
Careful, I might break my complacent reverie.
And there she stood, no longer torn,
Strong as a rock, unshaken, sworn.
No storm, no shadow, no dreamâs disguise
Could move her now, or cloud her eyes.
She didnât need to chase dreams ahead,
Nor fear the ones sheâd always fled.
She only had to stand her ground,
A solid rock where truth is found.
Now all those dreams lie at her feet,
And her head is raised proud complete.
Finally I dug up my self with the paws of a hound,
I needed to know if it was me, needed it proved.
DNA testing revealed it was me deep in the ground,
My fake self tried to stay but was removed,
I walk now, not a verb or noun, but whatever was found.
In pain I welcome my nightmares, my sleep, unmoved.
The real self no longer responds to the sound,
Brings on the pain, the loss, all approved.
Sleep? Sometimes. No more dreams. All just background,
Real me? Fazed, stripped, bruised, in pieces, but no longer moved.
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This is such a beautiful harmony. It reads perfectly, well done! Very beautifully written. And I have to say, I couldnât tell which part belonged to who at the beginning which made me think how much you outdone yourself in poetry HVR. I was impressed by this progress.
"My nightmares made me lie awake,
Shudder at the thought of sleep.
My mind learned what dreams take,
As Iâd wake up and weep." I know this too well đŽâđ¨