I’m a painful dreamer,
No more beauty
Even though the mirror might suggest
Flowers,
I am feeling so dull,
So drooping and dull,
And I realize that it’s over.
I might be alone forever if I really be myself.
The realm of the half angel, I dream of her true destiny
With the perfect halo,
But my tears reek of solidarity
And painful sinking, a stretching
A crevice inside that has torn apart my body but still I look whole,
And I still smile everyday too,
Just making it through,
Because I’m trying to figure out this madness called life,
I’m trying to feel whole when I’ve never felt truly
Realized,
Truly dreamed like a full moon can cover a whole sky of stars,
And I am just glad the balm of yellow
Can soothe a painful sore,
Dreaming of a faraway place where things can happen
In a dreamer’s realm.
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Comments (2)
As Descartes asked, how do we know the difference between dream and reality? Yet somehow, thinking and being, we do. To face the deprivations that ensue from our societal power struggles teaches us to dream of a better reality, though it may not materialize in our lifetime. As always, your poetry is a pleasure to read. I hope you discover the catharsis you seek.
Sending hugs for this Sis