It comes to me
As I lay down
Giving in reluctantly
To the soft whispers of sleep
Into colourful dreams
Of places and sights I have not yet seen
Of tastes and smells I have yet to experience
It creeps upon me
With stealth – a twinge of fear
A reminder
Of things i do not wish to remember
Of sights I wished not to have seen
Yet no choice have I but to endure
The sweet bitterness
Of memories past
Wrapped tightly within
Dreams of an unknown future
Jarring memories of another time
That seem inseparable
From my dreams of the joys to come
These memories – like cautious aunts
Wagging their fingers
At the audacity of my dreams
As if striving to see me stuck in the remembrance of days gone by.
Yet I dream of unfettered and courageous days
And dream of hopeful times
Despite the fear of a past that seeks to haunt me
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