At night my dreams fill the room,

Swirling like smoke

And thick with promise.

It gets too hot and

Makes my head hurt.

I awake,

open the window

to let them out.

They fly away, free.

My mind clears.

I feel better,

And go back to sleep

To dream

2016-04-02 21.50.16 again.



Author: Alex

I work in a college library, and love reading and writing. I write short stories, poetry, blogs and children's stories. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in April 2015.

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