only ever in her dreams

she tumbled from sleep into
the cold dim basement of reality
clutching

a shiny little sliver
of the dream she'd had,
the one where she decided that

she didn't want to be like
everyone else; where she was

the only one

who could stand Different
against a colourful sky and be
beautiful

(but l.i.f.e. doesn't work that way.)

 

Reviews

[free2bme]

Very true and descriptive...

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

I loved this poem - the style, the flow, the wording and format-
you did it all well.