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The Dream

I have a dream
That my tears would no longer fall.
That my eyes would see true happiness again.
So that in the eve of jubilation, my heart would beat harder than a thunder bolt,
the choice of happiness would release me again.
So that any mental prison that threatened to overwhelm me would no longer.
I am free.
I am reborn.
Each golden hour that comes to pass would not be my last.
So that in my footfall and each step upon the road to freedom,
my heart would not melt in vain.
Only for the tempest of a dream.
The longing, the pure awakening.
The shadows that strive to cast me down will be left in the wilderness of parting sorrow and the smile where once there was a frown.
The dream of longing and fulfilment, the wonder of every single breath and if I die because of my own protruding sadness then I have never lived a life of faithfulness.
In my dreams I am fighting off my demons.
In my dreams I am full of life and love that’s left and when each of us reborn in all our glory,
even that the dreams, ourselves will conquer death

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.

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