With the door wide open

I am sleeping
With my eyes wide open
I am dreaming
With the door left open

Call it an inlet of the sea
A sea of indescribable beauty
And wilder still
Than any forest fire

However  will I cross then?
What, With all these feelings and mixed emotions?
But by a bridge ....built of words, and words alone
Stretching across and down and over my confusion

To the one and only island
I go myself, to mend
Where millions of countless words dangle and twist before me
Forming answers to questions I seek , should I dare untangle them.

Words, upon words, upon words, hang there.
All poems to be one day, hanging so unaware.
Everything I hold inside so quietly
All the things I scream so silently

Words to be collected ,sifted and gone through
All to be written, recorded, and expressed however I construe
Tailor made for however Im feeling
Small talk, pillow talk, or real talk , this is my unveiling

I'll use my words as walls, so they will protect me
Because within them, I am safe, no harm will come to me
Hiding deep within their camouflage, I am still free
No one can judge, ignore or treat me badly

To the common passerby, it may Appear that I lie sleeping
Or is it maybe that I lie awake ....yet still dreaming?
Swimming through the sea of all left unspoken...
That's me there, Dreaming , with the door wide open

© 3 years ago, Melissa Adkins