There’s a cacophony in my head.
And it won’t go away.
I’ve tried sleeping pills
But there’s no guarantee.
I drop some helium
To cull the birds
Coz the tweets are endless
A faithless dirge
And so I’m held
Too painfully aware.
Is it possible to hope?
Do I dare to care?
This fustian pair
Between my ears
See that decisions are made
for me in arrears
Wishes are portable
This I do know
Thoughts are transferable
Wherever I go.
So while there is still
a slit; a gleam
I have to believe I can
Dream a little dream
By Sarah ©2021
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Tale Weaver – 12.8.21 and Wordle #253; as well as, Carrot Ranch, August 12: Flash Fiction Challenge
Continuing to dream is a necessity for us all, I only wish more people knew they’re still able to. Beautiful piece Sarah!
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Thank you 🙏🏻
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This is terrific Sarah!
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Thanks so much Di – appreciate it! Yves provided some ripper words in the Wordle this week which helped
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The hope in your poem lifts like “dropping helium.”
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Had to look up fustian… Dreams can be a cacophony of visions that is sooo true!
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That belief must never end.
Your words are beautiful. 🙂
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Keep dreaming, keep belieiving ❤️ thats the fuel for long run.. Great one 😍
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thank you so much 😊
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