Poetry: #94 Shell Me a Dream (Used 2)
And my thoughts after revisiting the words
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Preface
As this collection unfolds each week, I want you, dear reader or listener, to understand that no matter what you’re going through, what you’ve been through, there is an end—there is light at the end of the tunnel. Letting go of the past is only possible if you live in the present. Make the past history, learn what you can about yourself, at whatever pace is comfortable, and I promise your present will take you to a brighter future.
Shell Me a Dream
I could have had the happiness that I felt inside… But the void of a cold brainwashed soul raged through my body without a second glimpse as to why I’d die. Truth is; there isn’t a mountain I would not have traversed nor was there an ocean I would not have swam to see that swan again. Guess I’m lucky, cursed, all the words. There is nothing like what a secret can hide from even the closest of friends, the best of pals, the greatest of humans. Nothing, nothing that will reside hidden beneath the covers lurking for prey that pray to play in the calm waters just south of where we are. I am not a fisherman, no I am not a seaman of any kind, and I am a broken shell on the beach of misfortune without the closeness of my most familiar creature. I am waiting in limbo for her to come back, but she has outgrown me in a way that I can never fit within my encompassing protection. Not any longer, I am too small and tasteless in the sea. I am not big and powerful and pretty, no matter what she told me. I am not what she wanted, which doesn’t matter if the love was ever mutual. I can’t imagine a sea, an ocean, a planet without her and yet, here I am, waiting, for an empty, knowingly false by all parties, promise. I should just run away, leave this damned beach and hide in another bay, find a seagull and fly away. Find some distant shore where shells of my variety are appreciated. But as lucky as I am, I would not enjoy it. I would not find any pleasure in the deep tides or shallows of any other place but here. Complacency, I hold you most dear. The future is just a word away, but my heart longs for someone to play. A soul to traverse the seas singing silent tunes touching our bodies together is the salty sea spray that would become our home. I can’t stay here for long, I need to move on, but my empty gut feels like churning every time I sing this song. This is not the end, nor should it be, this is the start of a new chapter, where I can become who I want to be. To take time for myself, the selfish desires I saved for years aside from two nights. I will prove to myself once and for all that there is not some sadness that lurks forever after all.
What are your thoughts on this poem?
I hear another poem is coming every Saturday!