The sheets caress me,
Nearly asleep in bed,
As I slip into reverie,
Back to days gone by.
My blonde curls bounce,
And we sing,
Loudly,
Hoarsely,
Cheerfully.
And at the end,
My dark-haired friend,
Goes for a solo.
"Check it out!" he chants,
And my sister echoes,
His nonsensical song,
As we pile on the floor,
In a heap of jubilant giggles.
My reverie switches,
To a new scene.
I am older,
Wiser,
Sadder,
As salty tears,
Escape from my lashes,
Broken-hearted,
Left behind,
Alone.
But no,
I do not dwell here,
For back again I go.
Hovering in my seat,
Butterflies in my stomach,
Nervous to take that teensy step,
Onto the stage,
To sing.
I smooth my dress,
Absorbing,
The cheerful laughter,
The merry conversations,
The happy people,
That echo throughout the room.
But wait,
Fast forward again!
And here I am,
Thrilled beyond compare,
Awaiting my turn,
To prance on stage,
Swishing my skirt,
As the orchestra begins.
Blood pumps through my veins,
Vibrant,
Swirling,
Electric.
The orchestra stops,
And starts again.
My cue.
I hurry,
Craving the dazzling illumination,
And the scratched up stage,
As my dance begins.
The air vent casts a slight breeze,
Snapping me out of reverie.
I am sorrowful to leave,
But as I turn over,
Bedsheets clinging to my pajamas,
I realize,
That there will be more.
More joy,
More tears,
More memories.
For as someone wise once said,
It does not do,
To dwell on dreams,
And forget to live.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoesíaSome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
