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Her gait unsteady
Eyes that see poorly
She is vulnerable
As a child
But with an adult body
She takes my hand
Hers are scarred
Broken by bite marks
She locks our fingers
Slight smile on her face
As she giggles
As if the fog lifts for a moment
I wonder at her thoughts
Then connection broken
She lets go
And returns to her dreams
Now only memory remains
As the only evidence
That this fleeting moment
Happened at all
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Comments
Is it better to dream,
and be lost in the fog of our thoughts, than face the harsh realities we call life? This is a very heartfelt free verse poem that touches all of us deeply in a lot of ways. I like the ending here because it shows that the fog of the dream is better than the reality. Thank you for sharing.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."