Dreams Are Like The Weather

A simple poem about dreams.

Dreams are like the weather,

never predictable, always changing.

Some dreams are like gloomy, foggy days.

They sadden the body, mind, soul, and heart.

They hold us hostage,

refusing to let us go,

until that moment when they release us, back into reality.

We escape their icy grip,

At least until that moment when,

they catch us once again.

The worst dreams of all, the thunderstorms,

make us scream until our throats are gone,

make us shiver, cry, hide, from the horrors within.

We hide from them, run from them,

but no matter how hard we try,

we can not escape from the terrible booms of thunder,

and horrifying crashes of lightning.

Some dreams, the best dreams of all, are warm sunny days,

enveloping us in their warmth, they hug us till we wake,

with a huge smile, and a heart full of hope.

Dreams are like the weather,

never predictable, always changing.

Author's Note

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