When the Light Comes On

Dreamers often lie. Dreams usually die. Dreamers forget to try. Dreams of dreamers die because dreamers forget to try. Today I woke up from my fantasy and realized that I had been submersed in your lies. Baptized by your truths, and left hanging on to your every word as if I needed them more than my next breath. I thought I needed your truths more than my next heart beat or the blood coursing through my veins. I lie starving for your affection as if it was my only protection. All the while you kept feeding me more and more deception. Never noticing that your perception of who I ought to be was damaging the woman I was created to be. Sitting in your arms, swimming in your aroma, dying to words. Dying to myself. Poetic genocide or was it suicide. My words weren’t good enough. My meter wasn’t creative enough. I was too young to know what it meant to write words that could reach the masses. I believed you. Today when I lie down and greet my cloud of dreams, it won’t be another night spent reliving memories. I gave up your perception…dreams, aspirations, and desires…They are all lost in effort…tired, sleepless...restless...loveless...I was lost in pursuit. Relieved that hurt reminded me of life. But I’m not content with speaking of love in past tense. I tense because I know my smile radiates distinction. I needed to replace you. Now I need to embrace you. My body grows weak. Yet my thoughts don’t chase you. Expressed in action…shown in honesty....died by trust, now I trust me. Picking up the pieces of my shattered image I realize that I am a reflection of my poetic expression and I will not apologize.