A Poem: Daylight Took My Darkest Dreams
Awareness awakens.
Today’s Audio—
Hello all and sundry,
How are you?! I do hope all is well. Life IS a rollercoaster, and no matter where you are on the ride, I am glad you dropped in for a poem! Let’s get that glass filled with something you like, grab a handful of yummy to munch on, and find a comfy place to read or have a listen to today’s poem.
I don’t have a lot of commentary to head up this one. It’s a 1995 piece and I was a younger me, college student, making my way through a lot more than a course syllabus! The times were filled with awakenings, awareness, and archeological style digs into self. I was always Coming to Find Myself.
Thank you for being here!
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜
Daylight Took My Darkest Dreams
When daylight Took my darkest dreams, I allowed myself— To cry. Caught up in The minutiae of life, I had Held-back tears Of children, I’d been. Now, It was me, Child, In adult clothing, Adult dramas, For the first time, Understanding, Child within; Wasn’t just A fancy term Thrown out by Psychology-studying adults. It was only A ‘human’ description For what this world, Our existence in it, Is all About. Just that piece We lose… Of knowledge We were sent here with. I had lost it, Early, in my teenage years. And God, And Death, And Light, Gave it back to me. A gift I could not afford to lose, Again. Worth keeping, Worth fighting for, Worth giving up so much for. I cry, because My child, Sees the beauty in it. My adult cries, because Worthiness is not realized, Easily. And my soul Lets those two sides of me Cry For the shedding of shame. A gift, Presented at A level of Miracles, Not realized, Until endings can be seen… Looking through alive eyes, Open eyes, Tear-filled eyes, To see dreams. New dreams Daylight won't Need to steal away. Birth. Death. Both belong to each other, In my synonym dictionary, And Are so close To what my Sleeping dreams Always Are. When I open eyes Wide enough, To see clearly In the darkness, In the light, I discover the meaning Of my life. And That’s— To learn To live To love myself. W. Hertz 2-95
Thank you for sharing this, Wendy.