Poetry

Dreaming

They tell me
to chase my dreams,
but my dreams
are always
nightmares.

But that isn’t true,
is it? I dreamed
of love.
Dreams of happiness,
growing old,
doing the things I love.
I dreamed of living.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

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