Raising Dreams

I’m run to the dark side
Of nightmares and terror
Through the cemetery of my dreams
Left there in younger years
Victims of responsibility
And the limiting words of others
Of their impossibility and impracticality
Of real life and its demands
Of duty to the world and my peers

But what of me?

When do I leave the martyr behind
And expand my probability
Ignoring the verbal obstacles
Constantly placed in my path
Raise the corpses of my imaginings
And breathe life into their bones
If I deem them still fit for my purpose
Reanimate or recreate more appropriate
But nonetheless fly with my fantasies today

Debbie Gravett © 2020.08.14

FOWC: Verbal
RDP: Martyr
Image by Bessi from Pixabay

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