This Morning I awoke from a Dream, petrified.
I was sitting in a pew, and was whisked away blindfolded.
This Morning I awoke from that Dream, petrified.
I rose from my slumber, exhausted, confused, and intimidated.
Trying to leave my bed, but it has turned into a swamp.
Drenched in emotions and adrenaline, I drown.
This Afternoon I awoke, and gave truth to the meaning :
“Sleep is the cousin of Death”
I took the leap of faith out of my bed, praying that these wooden floors wouldn’t turn to quick sand.
I calm myself.
I make myself breakfast for the first time in weeks,
because my brain was suffering from malnutrition.
Not your cliche Food for thought,
but more like the last taste of food before an execution.
Today I woke up with a foreign feeling.
It seemed as though God was making a Long Distance phone call to me,
and some how it got intercepted and misinterpreted,
I disconnected myself for all communication, and left the phone off the hook.
Figuring if I silence all my problems, these alien feelings will go back to their homeland of seclusion,
and leave me the hell alone.
My dream became real.
This feelings blinded me with the mirror of my reflection, and like a stork,
they carried me in their mouths and delivered me to the doorsteps of my conflict.
The issues that birthed this misguided monstrosity,
looked down on me,
but like a baby I couldn’t comprehend why I have been apprehended from my tranquility,
a place in which I call home.
While present in physicality, yet idle in mind —
The television was no longer poising my mind, but replenishing my conscience.
On this journey to meet the problems that created me,
I discover understanding.
Something so simple as washing the dishes,
gave knowledge that the things most overlooked consume the biggest life lessons.
I stand up and stop kneeling down to these mistakes.
I need to regain balance; as the stork was delivering me back to my dormant mind,
it dropped in me a body of water.
I awoke leaning up against a wall,
drenched in water, I was cleansing myself of low self-esteem.
As I cleansed my self with a black soaped dove, I felt purity again,
as regret stormed down the drain.
The towel, like my love ones soaked up any disbelief of their love for me.
I am clean.
The sun is my kiss goodnight.
The birds are my lullaby.
I thought I shut all doors and windows,
but stealthier than the I air breathe,
Insomnia crept up on me and suffocated my pillow with my thoughts.
Wrapped with a blanket of restlessness,
The birds continually ease my soul in to slumber,
and as I fade, the Sun gently kisses my forehead,
My deprivation tucks me in, and I sleep…like a baby,
Until a couple of hours pass, and I wake up again
I look out the window, and the Sun has been screaming —
I am trying to restore the balance in my life; however right now,
Sleep is not Kin to me; therefore, we’ve become unfamiliar faces.
I just wish these thought clouds of anticipation would precipitate patience.
I cannot just sit around under this umbrella, and wait for dreams to come true.
I will reacquaint myself with sleep,
extract love from my dreams,
and deliver myself success
Because the truth is, it doesn’t really matter who I used to be.
Its all about who Ive become.
Next time I will be sure to put my phone on vibrate.