Broken pieces of dreams

Day 22: Broken Pieces

I look at my skinned knees

Knees raw from crawling over

Over the jagged edges of reality

Reality which was summarily discarded

Discarded in favour of fantasy

Fantasy which shattered everything

Everything seems lost forever, but…

But now I am retrieving broken pieces of dreams

Dreams thus fragmented, you may say, would do no good

Good times alas seem so far away

Away from my here and today

Today the salt from my eyes may sting these dreams

Dreams that continue to lie prone

Prone and battered out of shape

Shape of my future splintered badly so

So I lay them away from the escarpment

Escarpment which beckons with suicidal notions

Notions that may make them fall off the precipice again

Again to be shattered and scattered all over

Over which I may cry no more but reconcile myself

Myself to the inevitability of stark truths

Truths that stare me in the face, but

But if even one dream manages to resurrect itself

Itself, of its own volition, it will be a reason to revel

Revel because dreams do keep us alive and going.

( Written for OctPoWriMo)

poetry form: Loop poetry