I need to write more of the story
But it's getting harder and harder to feel it.
Like waking up out of dream,
It’s getting farther away.
And it's really something that I need to let go of,
Let drift away into sleepy time memory. I thought
I could write my own closure.
I don't think I can. Creating an ending
Would mean that there really was a beginning.
Maybe I just need to believe it never began in the first place.
My mind, my soul, my heart... all tired. Some battles
Are never meant to be won in the way we'd like them to be. And some dreams... We wake from.

©Jen2011 12-19