men in strange suits

 

In a field of dreams, I lay

and the skies open up to me.

Bright light shining down

like a falling star landing beside.

I feel a pull like I’m sleep falling

in reverse, like I’m not being pulled

into the earth but lulled to

somewhere up above the clouds.

I open my eyes. Metallic tang

of copper in my mouth.

 

I could swear I saw truth.

I swear I tasted proof, of life.

 

Yet I had felt so dead inside.

 

The men in strange suits

prodded me with tubes.

My breathing

gradually improved.

My beating heart,

berated being awoken

from such a long sleep,

finally started to

sing within me.

A song of alien tongue,

a song I’d not heard

in so long, a song of hope.

Hope I thought long gone.

 

Yet I thought my song had died

in a long forgotten past life,

left to fill an unmarked grave

in some boggy field time had erased

from my every memory.

 

The surrounding figures spoke

but my ears were sewn into the clouds,

my thoughts silver lined with images

I couldn’t ever try to define.

 

I saw a life I thought

I couldn’t ever gain.

I saw the rain and into it I ran,

I saw faces smiling again

I saw hope flowing

on the pavements

in the glistening rainbows

that shone from a mother sky,

and I saw myself arms held wide,

embracing the tears I needed to cry,

ready to embrace the echo

of who I had once been in a past life.

 

When the figures held my hand

and the drugs wore off,

when they talked about how

now I was on a new path

I listened, and I will never forget.

For on that day, they saved my life.

On the days that followed they gave me

a view of what I’d lose

if I let the hurt continue to eat me.

So, I set myself free

from the cage I’d been

holding myself in.