Revived - Resuscitated

Hurtful, cruel comments

Cutting remarks

Of others in my past

Who sneered and jeered

Belittled – then whittled me

Down to a stub of nothingness

When I shared my dreams

So I learned from them,

These knife tongued men,

Not to dream, wish, have desires

For dreams are dangerous things

To carry around in your pockets

Since they are all too easily broken

Crushed to dust

I found it best to pretend

That my dreams didn’t exist

…  At all  …

So I pushed-shoved them

Far into the back corners of drawers

Way behind my socks and sundries

In dark airless spaces

Without food or light

Hoping they would die

Then we met … you and I

In your gentle ways

I saw goodness – felt the hope

That genuine love brings
Your caring taught me
The value of caring for myself

Giving me the courage

The will

To dare to dream again

I gained the strength to revive - resuscitate

My emaciated desires

Allowing the sweet breath of life

To flow back into them, and myself,

Once more

My dreams have since flourished

Taken flight

Growing far beyond anything

I could have imagined

Thanks to you

My wildest, most wonderful wishes

Are alive - Coming true