Reaching

My Dreams Have Long Arms

Stretching out like airplane trails

Leading somewhere, I have yet to go.

Descending on concrete

Ground

 

My dreams have long arms.

Like branches that hang from 100-year-old trees

Snagging my wild hair and untapped thoughts as I walk by

In blinded routine

 

My dreams have long arms.

Swinging and swaying around my

Masquerade apparel

As I try to live half alive

Taunting

We are ready

Even if you are not

 

My dreams have long arms.

Cut, tend, and dig

Through my rooted depression

Resentment

Seclusion

Restlessly scraping

What I thought I needed to hold on to

 

My Dreams

Of no mercy

Pulling and

Dislocating

My comfort of existing

 

My dreams, their longevity

Have stayed awake, as I lay dormant.

Reaching heights, I could not

Holding me up as the light ignited my unopened eyes

In a hue of life

 

I embrace my dreams of long arms.

Eyes meeting theirs

As they whisper, you have another chance.

Hold on to me…

 

2018

One thought on “Reaching

  1. Powerful and amazing. Positive words here, which give me hope on difficult days. You are incredible April. Much love, Margaret ❤ xxx

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