What Dreams Reveal

Two decades before the fall
I dreamt of that white house
with black shutters,
entered the dimness
and saw myself –
withered, a straw body

Could I have altered the course
gathered that mummified self
in my arms, breathed new passion
into old bones, stopped
the onslaught of night
of cells freezing

I walked in oblivion
seduced by false trickery
dim-witted in the fading light
cold, aloof, unresponsive
warnings be damned

Two decades later,
body inert, mind bereft
of hope – I dreamt
of a younger self
so intent on life
that she passed me by.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

21 thoughts on “What Dreams Reveal”

  1. Beautiful and poignant, VJ! I can relate as this reminds me of dreams of my childhood home. My mom died at home and I’ve had nightmares about it for years. Interestingly, I found where the home is for sale and the photos show a beautifully remodeled home. My nightmares are not as frequent as they were, perhaps because I saw the home from a different perspective.

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  2. A powerful poem, VJ. The imagery draws you in and the choices become so clear in that rear view mirror with youth understandably “so intent on life”.

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      1. I’m text-based as well. I’ve been trying to develop my visual literacy over the past few years. It’s turning out to be rather fun, learning how words and images can work together and be interdependent.

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