I dream.

I dream.

A Poem by brookey_renae

sometimes I dream that I'm okay.
I eat dinner at the table
and let them play in my room
maybe she gives me the last brownie
then he will turn on the news
while mom holds my hand as we sit on the couch.
but then I wake up.

© 2017 brookey_renae


Author's Note

brookey_renae
Inspired by the film Donnie Darko.

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Thinking about the good times can really put the mind in a healthier state. The dream in your poem is good in the sense that it brings temporary happiness. But, it's almost like a curse because you wake up to the nightmare of real life.

You convey the innocence and care-free days of childhood.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

brookey_renae

7 Years Ago

An eye-opening interpretation. :) It also has to do with dissociating during depressive episodes, an.. read more



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Thinking about the good times can really put the mind in a healthier state. The dream in your poem is good in the sense that it brings temporary happiness. But, it's almost like a curse because you wake up to the nightmare of real life.

You convey the innocence and care-free days of childhood.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

brookey_renae

7 Years Ago

An eye-opening interpretation. :) It also has to do with dissociating during depressive episodes, an.. read more

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Added on August 23, 2017
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Tags: depression, dreaming, family, disassociation

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