I live in a doorway between two rooms
Suspended in a limbo where I can see everything
And nothing at all
One room ahead of me that is far too real
Riddled with babies and bombs and
Mommy, why is daddy gone? and
Ovens where women much greater than I
Closed the door to seal their tragic fate


I cannot see the room behind me
But I can feel the warmth of its ever shining sun
On my back, on my
Sore spine that longs for a cure
It is a room of dreams
Of unreachable perfection
Butterfly kisses from faery wings
Caress me softly, playfully begging me to
Turn around and kiss them back
But I don’t know how.

Let me go
I pray every night to wake in the morning
Shifted just slightly
Turned only inches
Away from the world killing me
To face the place where I can finally be
I pray every night to wake in the morning
In my tantalizing reverie
I pray every night to wake there
Wake there
Or don’t            wake