I dreamt in motion
strands of thought leading from place to place
and I followed in quiet joy
as each adventure played out before me
a spectacular movie of wonder.
I dreamt of a face I once knew
beautifully broken and I knew I was strong
finally in control of the notion
It was not my place to put the pieces together,
that I had the distance to feel pity
and still walk away from the influence
That I refused to let pull me under.
Growing from roots deep in ground,
Each lesson like an inch of twig
reaching higher to the light,
stepping gracefully over each leaf,
Each new bump a reminder
to keep moving forward.
Each dream remembered like an old friend,
revisited to embrace lessons learned
and to give a quiet smile
and a boost of strength
to begin this day aware
that the sun awaits
I shall be borne soon.