August 12, 2019


Broken Dream


Broken Dream

My eyes lose their struggle
closing up to curtains of sleep.

Into a dream of grey
imprisoned within grey stone.

Away from fragrant red roses
far from soft green grass.

Behind grey walls unable
to breath in air like cement.

I can remember smooth oceans.
I can recall falling stars.

Imprisoned for too long.
Walls begin to crack open.

Stones knocked over, steel bars
crushed, walls blasted into bits.

Now I can breathe. No longer enclosed.
The world lies in front of me. Shining, free.

Article © Joan McNerney. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-12-11
Image(s) are public domain.

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