Wishing Well

There is a wishing well here.
Here in my mind.
A wishing well to catch my every tear.
To hold this pain of mine.
I’ve been filling the pool for years.
In the reflection I’ve been
Watching all my fears
Prance around my shoulders
Mocking me
Taunting me.
The water spills over
Dousing my feet.
A cool sensation.
On my knees now,
I stare into this seemingly never ending pool of my history.
A copper flash
Something small…
It doesn’t match.
Grasping desperately…
Just out of reach.
In I plunge.
Reaching the bottom
Post-traumatic stress overwhelming me.
It’s in my hands now.
A penny.
For my thoughts?
I think I need to move on.
Power surges me.
Pushing off the ground,
I reach the surface and pull myself out.
Drenched and exhausted I turn around.
One flick of the penny.
My eyes open.
I’m home in bed.
I don’t think I’ll ever have that dream again.