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is this the beginning or the end
sometimes starting over feels just like passing through
just like redirecting to true north
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is this the beginning or the end
sometimes starting over feels just like passing through
just like redirecting to true north
It’s ok
That is what everyone will say
Close your eyes
It will all go away
Tomorrow,
is another day
I dreamed I was a fly on the wall.
Quietly watching.
Until,
One day I was.
She found herself slipping into a dream
The prison that appears to be all there is
The best she can do
but ….
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They will come flooding in like starlings
it must seem tragic, or terrifying, or melancholy
and the only remedy is hate and fear
You wake out of habit
or bad dreams, and forgotten errands
A tonic of panic and melancholy
And what is life without it
Believe me you will sleep again
Do not over think this
It doesn’t have to be perfect
Only true
From inside
Looking out
Reaching through the bars to feel the grass
To see the sun
The wind blowing through the trees
So the world is spinning
The west wind is singing me to sleep
Dreaming
I’m awake
I’m awake
I’m awake
I should be watching the clock
The clock with hands
I never understood what it meant
To me it always meant wait
Until
It meant too late
It always meant should have
Until
It meant could have
I don’t have clock hands
I have shadows
And the sleeping cat
And the wind through the trees
And the dream
Sometimes she worried that someone would hear all those mutterings and mumblings she mumbled and muttered to herself
Knowing they were growing louder and louder
Somehow she couldn’t stop herself
And one day she just screamed…
But, it was okay
Because,
nobody was listening
and no one listens to them
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*For Emily Dickinson
Lying here, feeling so high
As the clouds go drifting by
I dream my dreams and let them fly
Sending my prayers in flight like the dove
Where the clouds race so high above
Far from me and the strife below
Where we struggle as friend and foe
Far from this journey, where I fear to go
They say,
“Alone we are born, and alone we die”
And from this journey we cannot flee or hide
But we are not alone it seems
So this is why I dream my dreams
Sending prayers both night and day
I pray for wisdom to show me the way
And now with new dreams to soar and fly
I find myself here again, watching the sky
As the clouds go racing by
Robins building nests
As snow swirls on new blossoms
Clinging to my coat
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