Unfolded MeA Poem by Désiré DesrosiersAn old dream.
A strange man in a dream
wore a business suit, black suit, white shirt, red tie. He was annoyed at me, for being naive. He said to me, “Give up your passion it will only bring suffering.” In the dream I was kneeling, crouched, as if I fell forward. The man vanished into grey smoke, dispersing into the air I inhaled. I awaken, smelling the cold morning breeze. My window was left open. Abandoning passion is like losing a will to live, a passion is what you love, is it not? Abandoning what you love, losing what is most dearest to you, there’d be no reason to live anymore, would there? But what is my passion? The strange man in the dream, he looked familiar. He had the body shape like mine, but he couldn’t be me. He looked older. His hair was swept to his left, leveled like mine. But he was older. His skin, his face, seemed to have been through so much, so much pain, yet he still wears that suit. He looked like my father, but mostly my mother could he be... me? Why would he tell me to lose my passion? What has he been through to tell me this? Was it so I wouldn’t be hurt anymore? But passion will always hurt, like a desire, like with a loved one, going through a great deal. Love. Hate. Forgiveness. Isn’t that what passion is? The unfolded me, he could be wrong. Of course I will suffer, anything I do causes pain, regret. Therefore why escape, give up or pursue. Both choices will cause pain. That’s what life is. Pain. Isn’t it? © 2016 Désiré DesrosiersAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 26, 2016 Last Updated on July 26, 2016 AuthorDésiré DesrosiersBerkeley, CAAboutDésiré Desrosiers is my pseudonym. Just an amateur writing broken sentences. I write my thoughts mostly in free-verse poetry. Perhaps I shall publish some short stories... more..Writing
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