Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Poetry: "A Dream of a Time and Place"

In the solitude
of my room
I would look out
unto
the expansive prairie

I watched
The light brown wheat
as they danced in the wind
The evergreen trees
as they bowed
along the horizon
just beyond the hills

I dreamed of a time and place
I hoped beyond hope
Prayed for saving,
Begged God,
Creator,
The Universe,
or anyone who'd listen
to my silence

I dreamed of a time and place
Beyond this circumstance
A place
I could be
Different
Safe
Comforted
Whole
and
Pain Free

The flimsy wooden door
holds back yet another
drunken man
Another man who
took me for
his sick
sexual pleasure.

A knife hidden
Used to lock the flimsy door
Too late – I'm awoken to terror

I didn't yearn nor want
Stank beer breathe
Fumbling in the dark
Demands
Urgings
Pain

The darkness would descend

I would dream of a time and place
Beyond this circumstance
I'd hope beyond hope
I could be there
Be Safe
Comforted
Whole
and
Pain Free

How could the dead dream?
I'd wonder
I could covet these dreams!
I'd resolve
Hide them from discovery

My dreams
My sincerity
My sacredness

Once I found that place and time
Circumstance
Safety
Wholeness
Pain Free

I now tell that truth
It drips off my soul
Slithers off my body
Festering old wounds
Healing

I tell those stories
Secrets I held
Stories I've kept hidden
For the universe to claim
The burden is not mine
alone any longer

I dreamed of a place
beyond that circumstance
of a time
that I'd
be safe
pain free
comforted
and
whole
And I AM HERE...

January 1, 2013

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