Poetry

Horrible Dreams

From Horrid to Hope

I had a dream,

That I could not write.

I woke up each day,

To manage a store,

Like it was mine,

But it wasn’t-

Such a depressing life.

I had a dream that,

I could not breathe,

My boss yelled at me,

He bottled my creativity,

People last culture-

And told me, that’s productivity.

I had a dream,

I didn’t see my kids,

The days were long,

The work was hard,

I was almost not strong.

A mother’s happiness gone.

I had a dream,

Of constant worry,

Fights and carousels of pain,

With my husband,

Poured bottles down the drain.

A love lost,

Tears scattered in the rain.

I had a dream,

Of lies and deceit,

Yelling and defeat.

Splintered promises,

In a world with only heat,

Shackles and harnesses,

In a hard front row seat,

Wanting to give up-

This head flow,

Let’s interrupt,

I’ve traveled wide,

Not far,

To an ocean,

To a bar,

Then back to this place,

Where I call home,

It’s ok now.

I’ve left no stone-

Unturned in the roam.

Kept to the truth,

When the lies kept-

Blinded my view.

I fought the battle,

With ammunition,

On a mission.

Then I surrendered,

Lost my ambition.

I cried until sunrise,

Daylight said hi,

My thoughts rattled,

My body dismantled.

No hope drops in me-

One last fight?

I’ll follow the road to maybe.

On the path,

then I realized,

I had to get up,

Start sipping on the right-

Cup,

Dump the wrong out,

Kick the pout of doubt,

Away from my mental workout.

I let go of those bad dreams,

But they’ll replay it seems,

That’s ok-

As long as I keep writing,

My way out of those-

Past diseased themes.

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Gratitude

Thanks to The Wide Open Space for giving my words a platform.