Hope died in my bed last night,
As I lay in a frightful dream,
Strangled and suffocated by bed linens,
Feeling my headache from afar,
Loving the sleep, hating the dream,
I could have risen, but in this film I was stuck,
For hours, or minutes, I know not,
With each changing frame, Hope died.
I thought it a premonition, then a warning, lastly a silly dream, either way, Hope had died
What a beautiful sad death it was!
Tucked in satin sheets with a soft pillow to lay my aching head,
A thick mattress to absorb my daytime fatigues, my worldly cares, and my physical needs.
If only it could have taken the dream away.
But dreams are placed in pillows,
By the fairy who lives yonder by the meadows,
And demystifies dreams to anyone who will listen.
And so my fate was written, the frames were set, the projector focused, and I watched jumbled images from my eerie subconscious unfold.
The first picture revealed that I had a secret,
Something I knew I should tell him, something that was bound to be a deal breaker.
I held the secret in my arms, a beautiful creature, a blessing from my maker.
It was a revelation too good to be true, yet very strange.
My recent dreams seldom appeared without a child, yet I knew no childbirth.
But dreams are dreams and dawn was still in Mother Earth’s womb.
So I swam in sadness, knowing that because of this child I would lose the one man I loved,
I dreaded the look on his face on receiving such news,
How torn and distraught he would be.
But did he not have a child with another woman?
The frames rapidly changed,
This time I was preparing for a wedding,
How I got here I knew not,
Looking at the groom I saw only a strange face and not the man I loved.
I was in a panic for my family was in a happy fuss.
What was going on I wondered?
I turned restlessly for nothing made sense.
Here, the frame changed again, to what I cannot tell,
I only remember waking up, shaken and guilty.
Was I hiding something?
Was I getting married?
Of course, the answers to these questions were in the negative.
It was a silly harmless dream after all!
But later today, I searched for Hope in everything only to find empty dreary places.
How painfully I searched, in my thoughts, my heart, even my phone!
Hope was gone, and I forlorn.
“I killed her,” I gasped abashed.
The one who made me build castles in the air, sing along to love songs, randomly Google wedding gowns, wonder what cravings I would get in the second trimester……………
Hope was gone, and with her, my happiness.
I settled back into my sober life, glad that I no longer had Hope to make me restless.
All I had were days ahead of me, to merely survive!
