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Bright Dreams, Dark Day
Isabelle5

Dreamed I miscarried but not a baby,
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a life - set out so strongly on the journey
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only to side-step and dance with
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crazies I expected to know how to love.
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Talents were available - music, writing,
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faces that could make a theatre weep
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or laugh.  I shunned them for motherhood,
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servitude to a husband focused on
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big breasts (mine were tea cup size)
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and blonde hair.
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When I decided that sleep was
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preferable to waking up to face
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another morning, no one hauled me off
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to a hospital, they whispered behind
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the door and waited, as if I were my own
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physician.
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Years later, they are gone, I am still here.
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I tend to blanket myself in a fetal pose
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when stressed but the dreams that come
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are bright with hope, music and a beat
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only I can dance to.
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When I wake, I am the brightness
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on a dark day, I am the dream.
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I am even my own applause and I am happy now.
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2 Dec 13

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