A Dream

I am floating

Weightless and wandering

Sometimes I feel you there

A long lost memory

Bubbles up

Stirs like flame

And I’m ignited again

As if you’re right here in front of me

I can reach out to your silhouette

And grasp at the shadows

Opening my mouth to scream

But there is no sound

Just air

Compressed too long

And then I’m gone forever.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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