I try to keep dreaming.
But, nightmares interrupt
and catch the seam of hope
and fray the edges
of the dream.
The night unravels hopes.
Morning brings new light,
but very little, if any, insight
as I try to piece together
a new garment to weather
the storms brewing overhead.
Nothing makes sense.
Every hand is out for cash
to fight the good fight
already lost, and still fraught
with the need to try
to stand,
to grasp hands,
to still the fright.
Yet, dreams turn to nightmares
day after day and
night after night.
Joy can only bend so far
and grace hold up heads and hearts
only so long before the silent song
erupts in outrage and disgust.
We do what we must.
But, dream ? I am no longer sure
that dreams will endure.
All I can promise is
I shall try to keep dreaming
forevermore.
annarino writes 