// Essence of a Dream//
I’m seeing things I don’t want to see, I suppose that’s a part of life.
Is it an omen I saw you last night, repeated pause before I take flight.
Was your presence creeping around in dreams, an ongoing struggle to get off the boat, My strength not pressured to that of the streams, my body with holes; stay afloat.
I like to think I’ve the stamina of a Kenyan, the willingness of an ox, the patience of a surgeon, and the slyness of a fox.
But I am not those things, though I truly try to believe; I am just a little girl with the essence of a dream.