Forgotten for MVB

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Forgotten Dreams

All night long I follow scripts written by some hand
perhaps belonging to a self that consciousness has banned.
Fresh from dreams, I feel released from tasks committed to
as I remember other jobs that I’m obliged to do.
Who knows if dreams are showing us those things we could have done—
those things we have forgotten with the dawning of the sun.
If only I remembered that world that fades away,
perhaps I’d face a very different sort of day.
Instead, I slip into the role my life has led me to,
like forcing naked feet into a more confining shoe.

 I wonder if these dreams were brought to light if they’d show more
of potential lives where I live closer to my core.
Perhaps these stories I concoct, labelling them as lore,
are simply other lives I live on a lower floor.
When I descend into my dreams, maybe I go to ponder
all those other me’s whose gifts I have chosen to squander.
Could it be in death that I’m released to find a goal
in the bargain basement of the building of my soul—
to find another path where I may once more start a quest
towards a self just one step closer to my very best?

 

For MVB Blog prompt: Forgotten.

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

5 thoughts on “Forgotten for MVB”

  2. Ana Daksina

    From perusing your poetry over these past years, I seem to see that you’re putting it all together for a spectacular spurt in the last lap! I think they’ll be calling you a “sleeper.” 👌✨

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Hi Ana. I’ve been writing since I was 16 with a few lapses when I was too busy teaching writing to write myself, but you are right. For the past 13 years I’ve been writing every day and trying to collect past poems and stories into books. I have three in the works at the moment–two done and just waiting to be published. I feel such an urgent need to get them compiled. To leave some evidence on Earth that I existed, I guess. But also just a need to express.

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