Poetry

All A Dream

“I’m still here. Trying.
And I think maybe
that former life of mine
was just a dream.”

It was a crisis of life, you see. Because what could be more impactful than that? One day, everything changed. It was like a storm rolled through and wiped everything away, leaving behind rubble and ruin. It’s been so long now, that even though we’ve attempted to rebuild what was lost, I’m still here. Trying. I think maybe I’ve even lost my ability to smile the way I used to. With abandon. Unguarded. Maybe. Just maybe. That former life of mine was just a dream.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Maybe it was all a dream.

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