September 15, 2008
By Tatyana Ray, Palo Alto, CA

Lost in an uncertain sea.
Adrift, floating toward nonentity.
Your body feels heavy,
Finally it completes the remedial sugar dance,
Of perfection and expectation.
Your eyes refuse to concentrate.
Their defiance almost frustrating.
Eventually, your lids tremble.
Rebellion, it only lasts so long.
They close.
The words from your tongue are tart.
Every sentence an unfathomable mumble.
Each step you take is unstable.
Your fragile, about to crash but something carries you.
The line between truth and imagination has become paper thin.
If only you could slip between.
A whispy lace covering, was separation, today.
But I knew that you could still understand the difference.
You submit to Dreamland,
Let it carry you, so again you‘re floating.
Out from your walled sanctuary.
Leaving the land you once considered home.
Severing the ties that once bound you.
Finally you taste freedom.
Light on your tongue,
In your hand you cup the foreign, impossible, unimaginable.
But it’s here.
Palpable, fragile, struggling in your hand.
You finally submit to Dreamland.

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This article has 3 comments.

Miss_ATL said...
on Sep. 19 2008 at 2:15 pm
Very good writing!

nattiekat724 said...
on Sep. 19 2008 at 3:00 am
great poem! it really flows together well and captured my attention for the entire piece :)

Heli said...
on Sep. 18 2008 at 10:50 pm
That was really moving and the choice of words was great -- i like the shifts


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