Tag: reality

a movie of us

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After all this time
you returned to my subconscious
drawing the curtains behind my closed eyes
to screen a movie
a movie of us
where we’re back there,
where we knew each other,
but also now, where we don’t.
How did you manage to combine
and intertwine them?

I could touch your skin
I could hear your voice.
You were there, with me,
real.
You were so real
that when the curtains spread
and my eyes opened
I looked around the room for you
hoping to find you
wanting what I realized was a dream
to be reality.

As hours pass today
the touch of your skin
the sound of your voice
and the energy between us
dissipates
until now
where I can hardly remember.

I cannot comprehend how or why
you came to me
but I thank you
and I hope to see you again soon.

back home

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Back home
to reality
of the daily routine
mundane in comparison
to protected time in a bubble, for sport.

Back to the dishes piled high in the sink,
dust settled on the furniture,
the pen and paper on the kitchen counter
picked up every now and then
to note another to-do
not to be forgotten.

Back to the commitment
of, every day,
working to better myself,
carving away more marble from the sculpture
of the life I want to live,
bringing it into the light.

expanding beyond

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Playing timid
has kept me safe
behind the walls of smiles and acquiescence
for a long time.

Eventually the walls come down
to cast glimpses of ferocity and desire
upon the shocked faces
of those who expected less from me.
They can hardly believe it.
Their painted image of me, shattered.

For me, the focal,
at last I reach expansion.
Expanding beyond me, beyond them,
for me.

magic to witness in patience

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Flowers cannot bloom all at the same time.
Even on the same plant
with multiple buds,
some bloom while others shrivel.
Each grows through its own ebbs and flows,
ever changing.

To draw inferences on a flower’s capabilities
based on one moment of observation
creates extreme expectations and judgements.
To observe over days, weeks, seasons,
creates a grounded reality, an understanding.

One method quick and easy,
the other long and patient.

We can find the beautiful magic to witness
in patience
if we choose.

breath, stay close to me

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My breath is here to support me,
staying close at hand,
a gentle friend to call upon
in times of need.
I have needed her
in the late night and early morning hours
yesterday, today, to guide me
away from anxiety,
back into reality.

Please, breath, stay close to me.
I need you now,
and always.

deceptive roads

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I cannot help but think about the past
imagining the could-have-beens
for me,
and all who crossed my path.
A deceiving road to travel,
and one cunning enough to make me believe
the pictures my mind paints for me.

Today I’m diving head-first into the paint,
the scenes of memories long recollected
accurately.
I see me, I see them,
I see a dozen different outcomes
besides the reality proven true
by where I am now, here.

It’s entertaining,
it’s painful,
it’s therapeutic.

glimmer of reality

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Partway through a scene I stop myself.
Even in this trance-like state, I know
this is unrealistic.
You would never act this way.

I like to live in lands of make-believe
but the unfolding of this plot
cannot fool me.

Some dim glimmer of reality must remain
alight.

vivid dreams

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I cannot remember a more vivid dream
than the artistry
which played behind my eyes
as the morning sun slowly adorned my eyelids
and danced with me.

You danced with me.
You held me, listened to me,
and it felt so real
I could feel your skin on mine,
I could hear your voice, familiar.
It was as though you were waiting for me,
like you have been waiting for me
all this time,
more than I deserve.

Then, simultaneously
my eyes open and well with tears, to realize
it was all in my head.