I had the dream again.
Many years ago...
actually it
happened more than once -
the dream and the events that I relive
in the dream.
I've walked down lonely
frightening streets
in the dark,
sometimes lost
sometimes just knowing
I had a long way to go.
Telling myself all would be well...
Telling myself
that I wasn't alone
that there are people out there
that care about me
and will rescue me
before anything bad really happens,
though another part of me
feels the loneliness
a bit more oppressively
in moments like this,
when I realize
no one even knows
where I am,
much less cares,
when I'll be home.
My mind flashes back
to a time when this happened -
not sure how many years back.
I missed the last bus
and decided to walk...
thought I'd take a shortcut
but just got lost...
It got dark and very cold.
The winter streets were slick.
It's interesting what crosses your mind
in times like this...
thoughts about how close
they come to me,
the cars that come around each corner
their lights in my face...
and I think about how slippery
the street is
and how close the cars
seem to get to me
before they even notice I'm there
walking alone on this night.
Something I should not be doing,
should I?
I tell myself with each car approaching
that it will safely avoid me,
just like the car before me did...
and that the lightening
will wait
will wait until I get home safely...
and the dogs I hear
will stay away,
not even noticing me...
These are things I tell myself
over and over
at times like this,
trying to find comfort
in anything at all.
I've had this dream
more than once,
reliving real events
and I know it's a dream
this time
and I just wait
and hope
that the dawn
comes in time.
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Echoes of the Psyche
שיריםThis is a collection of poems that in some way relate to mental health, psychological experiences, states of mind and so on. I have relied on my own empathy when describing the experiences of others to present different states of mind or internal ex...
