Do you know what it’s like to cut the cord on your dream?
Though it isn’t just a dream from sleep
But one from awakening
It is a lifeline to your fate
The weight of consequence
Feels like an ocean
As you’re sinking
There are moments you want to swim back up
Fleeting moments of reason
Caught in a net of fishing line
No you have to sink deep
Feel the pressure in your chest
The anxiety, the agony, the sorrow
You want to take a deep breath
It would be your very last
Panic. Now regret. Doubt.
Peace will come again.
As soon as my pocket knife cuts this cord
And I race to ascend
The light my friend
A reasonable decision
Air in my lungs again
You were dead weight.
An anchor in my soul.
I swim towards finality.
I’ve made it to the lighthouse.
You are a memory I drowned away.
And I nearly drowned with it.
You would have been the last thought on my mind.
As you were always on my mind.
A pain I hope to never know again.
As I crawl off the shores of a dream that died.
I am never looking back.
© Delia Ross. 2019