On the Dream's Edge

From my throat comes no sound my legs and feet are tight-bound in stocks, Dry mouth, on the edge of a dream I am living the dream, dying to scream but my brain says, “No!” I envision a scary future on the other side, sutures needed; Discovery, close enough to touch. Close enough to touch, to cradle, to clutch to comfort my racing heart. Panting, swimming upsteam just ankle deep. I’m brimming in water. Dripping in sweat, I cannot see. I cannot see because the dream in me brings tears, tears which come and go. When I’m finally free, I trade screams for a plea of relief, "A dream come true, perfect and fine Far more than perfect, he’s mine.” Motherhood is a work of art. October 8, 2019