I see myself
looking for help.
I see me wanting
to be free. I stand
before a revolving
door. I see me
trying to become
something new.
I see myself change
in real-time. I see
me – in the mirror –
facing my fear
and being fine.
The image I painted looks so strange;
I don’t know where I went wrong.
I continue to stare: hoping for change.
My eyes have been hurting for too long.
What am I seeing? My version of you?
I stayed grounded when time flew.
I wanted clear skies when I felt blue.
I painted an image all too true.
The image I saw started to fade;
I still picture it the way it looked.
The canvas I used creates a shade.
I still watch your movie as I’m booked.
I paint an image before I leave.
I stared and stared as time passed.
I paint an image before I leave
as everything blackens all too fast.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 