I wake up with a jolt,
Unkowingly gasping for air,
Still hearing my heart beating furiously.
I am no more caught up in that place I loathe,
In that situation which I thought would decide my fate.
Reality greets me,
The truth starts settling in,
Relief washes away that anxious feeling.
For that part of my mind which is still anxious,
Sighing I whisper reassuringly,
'It was just a dream'
Reality is not always bitter, not always hurtful.
With time it unveils its different fiery shades.
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Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
