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AIN'T NO SUNSHINE

BY SARA BASTIAN

my dreams do not resemble dreams
there is no state of peace,
only anxieties and perplexities
with occasional insecurities.
if dreams are clouds
mine are grey
surrounded by screams
of thunder,
spilling out rain.
my dreams are not nightmares,
nightmares are frightening.
my grey clouds tend to be
humiliating, frustrating & confusing.
when i wake
i am never relieved.
my pillow wraps its feathers
around my head.
it disguised itself as
comfort.
i felt secure.
how was i to know
that as soon as i met slumber
the feathers would morph into
fragments of my mirror?
they dug their way into my skull,
until the truth was oozing out
of my ears.
so here i lay
conscious, awake
in this puddle of hidden honesty.
worries that have never seen
the light of day
wake me up in the middle of the night
and have the audacity to ask
if i'm alright.
the grey cloud
drops a tear onto my face
i quickly wipe it away
and abandon my bed to begin
the day.