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Little hope
We were never children together,
you never met my Mother and
you didn’t know those Deviled years
when I let the earth taste me
and pass through.
You loved me when I had little to offer.
You took my freezing shell and you lured it back.
I am grateful for that.
We have a life together, built in strong bricks
with compromise, stubbornness and precious timing.
You've been good to me, for me.
The other evening I dreamt
that I was gone and replaced.
It felt like Hell more than ever
- a long, well-constructed, most wicked nightmare.
It's been playing on my mind.
you never met my Mother and
you didn’t know those Deviled years
when I let the earth taste me
and pass through.
You loved me when I had little to offer.
You took my freezing shell and you lured it back.
I am grateful for that.
We have a life together, built in strong bricks
with compromise, stubbornness and precious timing.
You've been good to me, for me.
The other evening I dreamt
that I was gone and replaced.
It felt like Hell more than ever
- a long, well-constructed, most wicked nightmare.
It's been playing on my mind.
Published 10th Dec 2015
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10th Dec 2015 8:49pm
Ahhh, ImperfectedStone, luv ~ :-*
I know these nightmares of which you speak. The ones from which one awakens bereft, heart-rent, oft sobbing. (if not externally, certainly inside, ne c'est pas?)
One thing I know indubitably, luv: they are not harbingers of the future. Not set nor even probable. Of that, I am quite, quite certain.
Betimes, I think they come as our deepest, unresolved fears surface; however, I have no definitive answers as far as that goes. :-p
I am certain, however, that they are not portents. :-*
I know these nightmares of which you speak. The ones from which one awakens bereft, heart-rent, oft sobbing. (if not externally, certainly inside, ne c'est pas?)
One thing I know indubitably, luv: they are not harbingers of the future. Not set nor even probable. Of that, I am quite, quite certain.
Betimes, I think they come as our deepest, unresolved fears surface; however, I have no definitive answers as far as that goes. :-p
I am certain, however, that they are not portents. :-*
24th Dec 2015 9:23am
Thank you, Savaja for taking the time and for your reassurance. I appreciate that very earnestly.
10th Dec 2015 10:54pm
I felt the knot in the stomach and the cold sweat. The things that we fear most have already happened to us.
Take comfort in that; don't fear what you already know. Embrace and it transforms.
Take comfort in that; don't fear what you already know. Embrace and it transforms.
24th Dec 2015 9:24am
Thank you, Ahavati. It is awful to dwell on a nightmare however it is usable material and sometimes you need to drag things back up to make healthy sense of them.
13th Dec 2015 8:03am
bricks make a formidable fortress,
& dreams may yet be fiction.
plaintive verse...
& dreams may yet be fiction.
plaintive verse...
24th Dec 2015 9:26am
Thank you, John, as always. It always draws me in, a bad dream, has a good hold on me.
