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Nightmares (Chasing Freedom)

Our fears only chase us

in our dreams…

And so we call them nightmares,

beasts of the dark

that gallop along craggy shores

of wasteland with no end…

And us, believing we can’t escape,

not realizing our captivity

lives only in our brilliant minds.

Yet still, we run –

Chasing the freedom we’re running from.

Hoofbeats of shadow

fade into new day’s dawn…

And still,

their thunder

clouds the brazen horizon

of our visions of day.

Our terrors only torture us

from our nightmares.

 

Written 12 February 2019

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Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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