Dream

It’s calm here, peaceful even for those who look at the scene in front of them;

There wasn’t fear, there was no more sadness;

But there also wasn’t any hope left, and life.

I saw it all unfold as if it wasn’t me;

I saw this little girl that was done with everything ;

She picked up her oh so familiar orange bottle and took one pill;

And then another, and another, and another until there were none left.

I watched as she lay down looking at her stars filled roof and a single tear escaped her face;

It wasn’t pain or remorse;

It was guilt.

Guilt for the nightmares she would cause to whatever poor soul would find her there;

Guilt for the consequences it would have on her family;

But most of all guilty for the future she could have had.

I watched as the scene unfold with this eerie sense of peace;

Until I woke up in a sweat-drenched bed;

With a complete loss of my ability to breathe.

I could feel my heart beating and the coldest of the room as it hit the wet path my tears left stained in my face;

I was afraid, as anyone would be;

But I wasn’t afraid of the dream.

I was afraid of my inability to understand what my tears represented;

Fear of the situation itself ;

Of sadness for my return to reality.