A Dream Sequence

I woke up this morning out of breath.

I needed to write. To speak life into the thoughts in my head and heart.

For once I was allowing my dreams to push me through the day.

Not my love for you.

I have dreams. Visions. My plan to attain the desires of my heart: a blueprint in its final editing stages.

I wanna write.

Sing a lullaby with a pen.

End war by going on active duty with the rhetoric of resolution.

Mend a broken heart with the song in my prose.

It's who I am. It's who I'm destined to be.

I woke up this morning.

Couldn't breathe.

You left me.

I needed to write.

Couldn't find a pen.

I needed to write.

Couldn't find the joy within.

When did I let loving you dictate my dreams?

I woke up this morning.

Couldn't breathe.

Out of breath from chasing you and not my dreams.

Held your hand while you chased your dreams.

You woke up this morning

Told me you didn't love me.

Packed your dreams and mine in your suitcase.

And left.

I woke up this morning.

I started write.

Made love to my heart.

Liberated my stolen dreams.

Gave voice to the voice inside of me.

She breathes.