Unwanted Things

Daybreak… yet I prefer sleep
Hiding in the soft shadow
Eyes shut against unwanted light
Night is a place of nothing
Cocooned by a black blanket
Shrouded under starlight
Stillness in the unknown
Hearing gone
Thoughts nowhere
Remembering even less
Safe from waking dreams
Wandering silent lands
Until birds begin to sing
Sun filters through the veil
Pulling the unwilling soul
Back into cruel memory
As a voice once said,
“Dawn breaks into darkness
Forcing us to see unwanted things”
And I am slowly awakened
Awaiting the clarity
Of what the unwanted brings.

 

Dreaming

I dreamt of you all last night
Arguing and dancing
Remembering as I cried
Wanting to hold memories
Because in that dream space
I knew you would all die

Kneeling before you
Holding your hand
As I did through that time
Music began to play
Laughter and smiling
Wishing we could stay

Woken by sobbing pain
And an empty house
Knowing I’d never see you
Not one of you ever again
So I pen that memory
In my journal with rhyme
Sensing an impending end
Feeling the edge of my time.

Written by Debbie Freeman