the darkness in this room
matches my own
as i pull the covers tighter
wrapping up in this cocoon, my shield
i sink into black
time stands still
for more than the RDA
the bed, a safe space
insulates me with warmth not felt
for eons
through the haze of awakening
flickers of the past emerge in my dreams
dead friends come to life again
fun family vacation scenes from long ago
friendships once broken, repaired
a kaleidoscope vision of possibility
tugs at the seam of my current dimmed perspective
perhaps loosening the hold of the darkness
perhaps hopelessness will find the path to depart
perhaps dreams will become reality
NOTE: I am not experiencing these feelings at this time. And RDA is short for Recommended Daily Allowance. 🙂
I Write Her 
Beautifully penned… it’s like a magic we see our lost ones in our dreams…bonds that never break
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Thank you so much for the praise! Yes, indeed it is. A little sad upon awakening though.
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Perhaps dreams can be real, at least they are real when they are dreamt about 🙂
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That’s true. They do feel real.
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I love how this poem unfolds, Susi, it carries such heartfelt feelings. Thanks for the footnotes, I am glad this is not your life as it is now. 🤩❌❤
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Thank you, Carolyn! ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wow so beautifully written and I’m super glad you’re not actually experiencing this right now.
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Appreciate that very much, Pooja! ❤
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The comfort of a warm safe place – don’t we all wish for such a refuge when the harsh world crowds in?? Love that you could evoke this in a well constructed poem!
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Yes, we do! Especially because it’s not always available. Thanks, Val! I appreciate your kind thoughts. 🙂
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Painful and beautifully expressed, Susi. Love this one. ❤️
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“Painful” is the right word. Thanks, Jeff! ❤
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Indeed. You’re welcome, Susi! ❤️
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I never want to leave my cocoon! ☺️
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((hugs)) I hear ya!
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Thanks for the foot notes.
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It’s good that you wrote a clarification at the end for this poem is so real and heartfelt that one can mistake it for your reality.
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❤ Thank you, Sadje! Yes, it is not my reality now but I have experienced these feelings. I'm glad I was able to convey the them in this piece.
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You’re welcome! Very well expressed. 👌🏼
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A intriguing night of dark dreams Susi … you reminded me of this old piece that is in my files, yet to be posted …
“Dark Night”
The groaning of lustful lovers is timed out.
Even the yapping canines
are unusually quiet.
Embraced in the arms
of my double happiness,
I give thanks for night’s arrival.
Before you,
when every corner was ink black
and the world around
soundless
then was I most deeply troubled.
Night,
it’s not always black,
you know.
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Yes, these types of dreams echo possibilities of the good to come. I did enjoy Dark Night! What are you waiting for ??
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