In the dream...
I'm not sure how I got here,
or where I am going.
It's dark,
and I am walking.
I look at the street signs
that I pass,
and I'm not finding any that I recognize.
Then I begin to think
that things look a bit
familiar but I'm uncertain.
I want to run
but I'm tired
and unsure how far
I have to go.
I try to remember
but nothing comes to mind
to explain
how I got here...
where I am going...
where I live -
where my home is.
I don't seem to be injured.
I want to remember...
I begin to question
whether I even know
for certain
who I am?
The people I pass
look unfriendly -
not dangerous;
they just don't convey
anything resembling kindness
or friendship.
They don't know me.
They don't pay me much attention.
What would I say anyway?
Ask them to tell me who I am?
Or ask where I am?
I cannot ask how to get
where I am going
because I do not know that.
I don't know if I'm afraid of the ridicule
or convinced of the futility
in even trying to get help.
I want to fall down on my knees
and cry... cry out to someone -
"Please help me."
But I'm paralyzed by my confusion
and sense of being lost...
and all I can do
is keep walking
and hoping that somehow
things will become clear
and make sense.
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What Matters Most: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other events that began in late July of 2000. This is my autobiography in poetry form. It's not just about love but also about the loss of those I have loved. I had fallen totally and...
