Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by Joan Spahr, Soul Poetry
"

Calling forth the strength to fight your demons

"

There's a rattling at my window,

There's a creeking in my floor,

The doorknob starts to jiggle,

There's a shadow 'neath the door.


My dreams, it seems, are stirring,

Those broken long ago.

To weaken  and  collapse  my breath,

To collect their broken soul.


I hear their whistling whispers,

The  music they devise,

And grabbing hold of long ago

They dance amidst  my cries.


I rise, awake, my eyes ablaze,

I swirl with fire and flame,

I'll not play their game this night.

Resolute, I call out  my name.


Consumed , their smoke and ashes drift

Aloft, through Holy night .

I now remember who I am

And hug that memory tight.


My windows are for gazing toward

The promise of the light,

Not for boarding out life's stormy past

Nor hiding from the fight.

- J. Spahr

2013

© 2013 Joan Spahr, Soul Poetry


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Added on January 31, 2013
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Joan Spahr, Soul Poetry
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