Posted in New Work, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth

Dreamemory

I don’t remember my dreams

sometimes I wonder why.

Dare my subconscious hide from me?

But, no…

I’m comfortable with my own shadows, too.

the dreams I can’t recall

are the ones I miss missing.

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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