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Dreaming of Home - Poem

Dreaming of Home

I had a dream once of running so

fast and free and far, 

to find my way back home.  

With feet that never lost their way… 

legs never aching 

and breath never seemingly as lost, 

as I myself was in my waking day.  

I dreamt of sturdy feet and steady hands, 

moving in precise time, 

and a mind and eyes both keen and sharp, 

always watching the world and the way 

ahead for ruts and cracks and wrong turns. 

With the pounding of my feet 

matching the rhythm of my heart, 

I’d meditate on the movement and stillness 

of my breath and in the world all around.  

I ran through streets, across bridges 

and down roads knowing where to go.  

Only to find the truth at the road’s end. 

That the journey was what the dream was about, 

not the home found at the end

I Hold My Breath

I held my breath again today. The stale air a testament of what has become the world between us. Neither of us knowing how we should act or react or be so, instead, we just become overtight rubberbands

Ready… To… SNAP… And I hold my breath… ‘Til the moment passes. Passes, like trains on different tracks Going through the motions, but in opposite directions I’m so tired from all of this holding All of the baggage we carry and hold on to, too long… So tired… Of all the tracks going nowhere, And never together I sometimes wonder if I’ll forget how to breath and die from lack of oxygen, I’m afraid I’ll just suffocate. Buried under all of these unsaid words but then I wonder am I already suffocating? is this already death? I already don’t breath, no fresh air has passed these lips in what feels like an eternity, no life should feel like this, no death should feel like this, no one should feel like this...

And the moment passes...

and I breath

~Sherry Lore 2018