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Darling I just had the strangest dream

Yes I know, dreamers often lie

But you must believe me!

It's true; 

It was the kind where, when you wake,

you lie with your eyes closed

 for a moment

And open them slowly

Staring at your ceiling, thoughtful and silent

Struck with a notion you can't help believing

Is true

I was a child again

Surrounded by people

Who laughed at me;

Children at school, with sharp words and contempt 

Children at church, to shame and resent

My siblings at home, who hated that my parents never hit me, unlike them

My parents, too, who could never be pleased, no matter what I did

I remember, from dreaming,

How often I hid away

Because I was my only company

And in my waking thoughts

I felt the pain 

We all have a hurt that we hold inside

A hurt that has become habit to hide

And hide from ourselves

But go on believing it

As if it was still true

Never saying its name

Even privately, as if, 

In naming it, we'd call it back

Sometimes

our only defense

Is to call it anything

but 'loneliness'

Darling I'm fine

It was just a brush with grief

Dreams and days have a way of ending

No matter their length

Once I was inclined,

Like a fallen, crinkled leaf,

To drift and flutter, fleeing

With a grief so immense...

All this time

I was looking for peace and relief,

But now I see I should've been looking

For inner strength.