by Jennifer Hall

Created on: February 09, 2009

In A Dream

It came to me in a dream.

That things were not as they seemed.

It was my worst fear.

Danger was so near.

All alone in the house.

I tiptoed through like a mouse.

I was having an anxiety attack.

This was a fact.

Trying to control my breathing.

I pressed on afraid of what I would be seeing.

Wishing I knew what I was looking for.

In the darkness I continued to explore.

There was a since of urgency and dread.

My God, could someone be dead?

It was time for me to wake.

But, I need to know what is at stake.

Then it happened, I was awake.

But, this dream did not feel fake.

Sitting straight up in my bed.

My hands cradling my head.

I get up slowly and turn on my light.

Maybe the demons this will fight.

I get back in bed and lay my head down.

On my face there is a frown.

Because it came to me in a dream.

That things were not as they seemed.

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