In my dreams you are smiling,
Gorgeous,
Caring and sensitive,
Strong and understanding.
Slipping away at the first glimpses
Of morning light.
I am running in circles,
Trying to reach you,
And you evade me again and again.
Dreams imitate life…sadly.
In life you are praising my strength,
The personal growth.
Your voice sounds tender,
Almost loving.
But these are not freebies:
I have been through hell and back,
While you kicked me when I was down.
I do not forget, dear!
I do not forgive, dear!
No need to sound so surprised!
If my desperation is evident,
So is your emptiness -
A void I will not be sucked into.
Glass houses, stones, you might say,
But I know you can’t speak embarrassing truths.
An emotional drain – a reflection –
Is only satisfied with everything.
You should know.