Dream I live,
life I dream,
visions of me
like a shadow
of my former self.

I can fly but only
in my mind, its a
metaphor for survival
I will rise above the
struggle.

To dream is to live,
to live is to dream
about the possibilities.

My matrix is poetry
waking up to a cool
breeze of words floating
above my head, slowly
line by line the words
begin to design the tapestry.

My reality is ink smears,
stains of poems are
scattered about my life.

One line is blue,
second line is red
third is green,
fourth is black.

Poetry is the color of
my life, a poetic matrix
streaming from my mind.

This is the poetic matrix,
blue or red pill?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton