What messages do you bring
in the fogginess of my sleep
where my subconscious awakens
and begins to creep?
This morning someone appeared
from my past and ignored
my pleas for help.
Anger and fear welled
up as if you were still here
in my waking life.
My insecurities are outlined
in vivid scenes that I thought
long gone and put to rest.
But no, they stir up anxiety
and dread and splinter my heart
that pierces deep.
I cry out awakening in tears.
Terror has overcome me
as unseen, faceless
entities chase and
I awaken gasping and sweaty.
Recently I awoke with a jolt
from feeling as though suffocating
my breath faltering, failing me.
Uneasiness stayed most of the day.
But some dreams do bring reprieve
and I’ve awakened giggling.
I think I like those the best.
And flying–when I push off
from the earth and I’m suddenly
in-flight sailing effortlessly
through the sky.
Never too high though
just enough to float above
the tree tops—a low soaring.
I’ve excelled at martial arts,
fallen from terrifying heights
and survived without a bump.
I’ve dreamt things that have
come true and others
of pure nonsense.
I’ve been back to my
childhood, running through
neighbors’ backyards.
I can even wake myself up
when weary of the vision
at hand or the nightmare
that has gripped me for too long.
For that I am grateful.
But what am I to gain
from the illusions
provoked by my brain?
Do I pay them heed
or leave them slumbering?
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