Gulp
Last night I dreamed of a passage I couldn’t find.
A passage I knew would lead me to a feeling I wanted to have.
A feeling I needed to have.
Connection.
Surrender.
Understanding
Something I yearned for that had no footing.
No ledge to perch upon to gather myself.
Grasping, always grasping.
I could feel it. So close.
Every turn I took gave me a glimpse but landed me farther away.
I closed my eyes tighter.
Was I dreaming?
Was it real?
Doesn’t matter.
I reached into the darkness to touch it.
Then I saw it.
It took every shape I thought I could be and had been.
The siren.
The fool.
The brain.
The phoenix.
The prisoner.
The charlatan.
The victor.
The woman, the girl and the child.
I wanted it all.
I opened my mouth and took a bite.
I don’t think I was dreaming.
I knew what was happening.
My life was being replayed in reverse.
I wasn’t me anymore.
I was finally something I wanted to be.
Me.
