the dream

my dreams?

the dream?

were they ever really my own dreams?

this house? this family? this place?

was this what i dreamt before anyone showed me? before anyone said to me where i was going?

this place i am in this place i am at was it mine? is it mine? what is mine?

a dream? my dreams? their dreams?

what of this is real? what of this do i need or want?

the dream has been realized for me. yet i am awake. this realized dream is an illusion. a preoccupation. a decoy from reality. this dream is not in fact a realized state. its a nightmare. the worst kind where you know deep down that something is wrong. something is deep underneath. something eroding the edges and at its core. this is an illusion.

this dream is not a dream.

a dream is where there is no fear.

a dream is the best of what we can imagine.

a dream is state of wonder and hope.

those are dreams.

Brooke Davenport