I use to dream of a click clacker,
a little wooden toy,
you'd bend it back and forward,
the bands changed on each side.
There were 8 sections to this clack clacker,
joined only with interwoven ribbon,
two stripes on one side,
and one on the other.
I never figured out how it worked,
how it changed from one to the other,
but the reoccurring dream about I had about it,
haunted me for years.
The object of this dream seemed,
to balance each block on its end,
making a tall tower,
once all blocks stood complete.
I'd stacked and I'd stacked,
time and time again,
they always fell down,
so I had to start again.
But it was what happened to me,
while this was going on in my head,
each time they fell I'd feel sicker and sicker,
a deep sick feeling in my stomach.
I'd wake in massive pain,
curled up in a ball,
tears flying everywhere,
sore head as well.
I had this same dream,
for the good part of five years,
each time it would end the same,
because I could never stack them all.
Then one night,
I stacked them all without knowing,
I was so use to failing,
when I went to get another they were all gone.
I've done it, I don't believe it,
a sense of relief covered my mind,
a bright light appeared,
and the dream was gone.
Back then I never knew what that dream was about,
why it haunted me for years,
what was the point of it,
but it was over so I didn't care.
Now I think about it 25 years on,
I think it explains who I am,
even though life knocks me down,
I refuse to stay there, I get up and fight on
Contest: any poem about dreams. - Destroyer ~ Poet
M.Mahauariki © 2012