The Face In The Dream
A poem of realization
The contortions emerged tight and tense I noticed them flinch, grimace, and glare. As the face reflected intensity tight Oh how I wondered who’d created this fight!
I strained to see past, around and above. I looked to the left, to the right, and behind. Nothing revealed who my face tinged with pain Was straining to express without words entertained.
No sooner did I step back in the dream, Then I saw with clarity to expression so mean. Who and for why was the intensity driven? In shock the vision appeared in apparent confusion.
There, before me, my face so revealed. I saw myself looking at who I am sealed. Angry, frustrated, sad, and despaired The argument without words fought feelings instead.
Lonely, angry, scared, and sad My two faces reacted to each thought I had. Instead of an answer to solve the riddle My mind was expanding to see confounding dribble.
Often I cling to what I control, Yard work, the house, and the remote control. Not the one for the TV you see, no this one is special The remote is in me.
If everything is safe, is cared for complete I can sit still and relax; be me. If not, then, of course I move about Frittering and fretting to fix all just right.
Sitting with anguish and distraught thoughts abound I refuse to do so as I deeply surround Myself with pain, people I can help. I reach them in ways astounding myself.
And then I remember the dream just now How I can help everyone, anyone who shows. What my inner child needs though, is me somehow. I pushed him away, tight in a wad
He had no one to help him, Grow up fearless or strong. He built strength up by sheer force of will. And now he is struggling to find serenity still.
It’s okay, you see for the dream said of late You are starting to talk to yourself You are starting to wake. As you look at the frustrations, slips, and the falls
You’ll gather the strength to face them all. Don’t despair, the words matter not. It’s the emotions you’re missing when words fail a lot. Don’t fight it, don’t interpret, don’t stomp your feet.
Step into calmness, and accept struggling defeat. You can’t stop the pain of the past from arriving. You can bring to calmness the now from the striving. Every day breathe into your life anew.
Hope comes from acceptance As you move through the blues. We need not expect perfection, that attainment is false. Be in the present and accept your life’s cross.
Giving and getting is part of the journey. The arguing faces only show the deep stirring. Your emotions are battling and surging to surface As you face them, with kindness you’ll win the tourney.
~Just a thought by Pamela
