Dreams change

Dreams change, I remember as a child
they were all about toys and family
sleep was an extended playtime for me
filled with joy and laughter, we smiled

As the years pass, into my teens
my dreams fuelled by rage, an age I felt out of place
anger filled my mind, injustice at the hurt id had to face
they told of the bullies and fears, I wanted escape by any means

As a young adult I dreamt of her, she who made me smile
the girl with punky hair, she would visit at night
she would take me away, on adventures far and wide, a beautiful sight
she was a vision, every time i closed my eyes, the perfect profile

Then my dreams turned dark, the girl left my heart
the monsters took over, they brought their loathing,
a self doubt crept over like a black fog, mind soured, I was nothing
as the dreams shredded my self, tears drenched my cheeks, was falling apart

In my dreams I fought a deadly battle
As in life I was spared, took on my demons
in time they became just distant moans, I won
started to rebuild, a life less fragile

Dreams change, now I dream of the things I want
I let myself tell the stories, let happy thoughts flow
let my voice be heard over the murmur below
no longer let the monsters taunt

My dreams not only for me
My dreams of a life id like to see
My dreams of happiness, joy an increase in peace
My dreams will come in time, walk out of the darkness, a release

Thanks for reading.

Kyle 

Art ©Rebecca Costello