So Beautiful

A Dream That Told Me Something

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Life as we know it is so beautiful 
But we fail to see that 
I just woke up from a dream 
Where I went back to my childhood 
And became a child 

I didn’t have my mom with me 
But I was yearning for her 
To know how she looked 
And how she took care of us

Yes, I also had a sibling in my dream
And I also had eczema 
Oh no! 
And when I woke up 
I also saw a dark self 

Sitting next to us
On the steps 
It had no hair
Was bald 
And was painted grey 
As it sat next to us

It was fully grown up
Not a ghost 
And before my dream was over
It revealed itself to me
As me

Who was sitting beside me
Older self beside younger self 
Listening to my own story 
In order to tell me later
How it happened 
My condition perhaps !

But I woke up 
Before it could tell me
Or perhaps it told me my story 
As the dream I saw 
Unfolded before my eyes

Now I don’t remember the dream once more
But it hardly matters 
Because I know something much more precious 

The old self 
That was sitting beside my younger self 
Listening to the stories unfold
And watching me

Without my own knowledge 
Just to come back again 
To tell me my own story 
Wow! 

How beautiful can this get!
And there were roses 
Just outside of the steps we sat on
The houses were dimly lit in the night 

As the story unfolded 
While my older self was listening in
And sitting with my younger self 
Along with perhaps her sibling
Or friend 
And talking 

Such a pleasure to know the truth 
But where was my mother
And why was she missing in the picture 
And causing me to ache for her

It was almost as if
She was non existent
Passed on
Didn’t belong at all
In the story 

Making my younger self 
Yearn for her presence 
But not receiving any
Just like it is now
Wow! 

Everything is beautifully mixed up now 
The dream 
The reality 
The story 
And the blending 

The younger me
The older me
Painted fully in cement grey
But not at all scary

Just bald and pretty still
And in her 20s 
While the younger me was perhaps 
Like my daughter 
Very little 

But it was me 
According to the dream 
Missing my mommy 
When in real life I am indeed 
Missing my mommy 
Have been!

The room with the bed at day time 
It was also pretty 
That’s where I was looking out the window
Expecting to see my mommy 

But seeing nobody come 
To give me a hug
As my mommy would 
Bless me

Missing you my mommy 
I hope you are doing well too
Younger me
Older me
Listening in 
To my own younger story 
As I am sitting with my neighbor perhaps 

Nice dream 
That woke me up 
And asked me to note it down
And write 

What I had seen
And heard 
By listening in to the story 
In grey attire 
Cement 
Listening in to my own story unfold

What a surprise it is! 
Some dream! 
Peace ✌🏽 

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