My dreams are haunting me.
Reminding me of all I've missed.
Of what I want and don't want.
Of that with which I struggle and ponder too much.
They play with me; past, present, and future.
Messing with my fears and regrets.
It pressures and upsets
the equilibrium of my heart.
It is so worn down, worn out- my heart.
Like it wants a new start but it fears falling apart.
I don't want to sit and wait for the curtain to fall.
But I can't be the director, nor can I sit against the wall.
I do my best to suck it up and stand tall.
There is a season for everything.