Maybe God
Sends us nightmares
So our living reality
Doesn't seem so bad
When we wake up.

Until we wake up
And remember
We are living in a nightmare
We can't escape
Except by going
To sleep
                                                           ­                         
                                                               -Megan E. Freeman, "Alone"

I feel my past, It’s coming back  
All my hardships are dead at last  
I shall share my tragedy  
Of how it had used to be  
I needed help, no one helped me  

Another time I touched the moon  
I did not feel my certain doom  
“For when I fall,  
A certain call  
Will help me to not fear at all.”  

How wrong was I,  
Time had flown by,  
I thought someone would pick me back up.  
But I kept falling, my life shattered  
I cried out “Why?”  

There wasn’t an answer,  
I needed a huge hand.  
But however I was still there,  
Was what I could not understand.  
I felt very alone.  

My burden was adding up.  
I never filled my own cup,  
Of all my wants.  
I felt ashamed.  
I still fell in the darkness.  

I needed help  
Help did not come  
No one would help me  
In my time of need  
And I saw Him.  

I felt relieved.  
He called my name.  
I was free,  
Free at last.  
My burden gone.  

I am saved.  
Given grace  
I’m loved  
Wanted  
Forgiven

Am I in a dream?
Is this real life?
How can I tell with all this hate and strife?

Am I in a dream?
How do I know,
When up is down and fast is slow?

Am I in a dream?
I cannot hide.
School is a pit and I fell deep inside.

If I’m in a dream,
Why can’t I be bold,
When I know I know I can? At least that’s what I’m told.

Am I in a dream?
Is this real life?

If anyone knows (though very few do),
Tell me the difference between a lie and the truth.

I am here today,
In some sort of way,
That I, myself,
Cannot comprehend.
I have been loved,
Been wanted, been free,
All by the one,
That is living in me.
And I've been encouraged,
Affirmed and helped by and by,
You guys have been,
A blessing now and then.
It's hard to believe
This started with something,
I thought that I wouldn't even try.

If you stop,
You will find,
Who I am,
Deep inside.
Whatever it is,
Is a mystery,
Because nobody knows,
Not even me.
My tongue is tied,
And even if I speak,
No one ever listens,
But I can't shut my big beak.
It's hard to stay quiet,
It's hard to shut up,
When your mind is bursting,
For I cannot help,
But erupt.

But I learn to be cautious with my fantasies.
They can lead to an ache that begins
deep in my body, fills my torso, and crawls
down my limbs until I can no longer
feel my hands and feet.

                                                                        -Megan E. Freeman, "Alone"