(An A to Z Challenge entry)
Daring to dream becomes a twisted reality,
where my opportunities return as failures and
my adventures turn into nightmares.
I cannot blink without tears streaming down my face.
And terrors startle me awake.
But the moment I feel your warm embrace,
I am reminded that I am not alone.
You explain that dreams are not dares,
and you can’t determine their destination.
But rather, dreams are little “me” truths,
just waiting for their moment to shine.
When I awake and you are waiting.
and we decide to tackle our truths together.