DE JA VU-ING

Sometimes, I cannot actually tell

Where dreams begin and reality ends.

Am I surfing a mountainous swell

Or just dreaming about riding high?

Surely, I’ve walked this track recently,

Fighting through an overgrown path.

Although it all seems so familiar to me,

Perhaps it’s just the struggle that is real.

Standing at the edge of the precipice

I fight the urge to take another step

Then fly like a bird high above the abyss

Before landing safely way below.

It’s just a dream and I wake in fright,

But I see it’s time to keep walking

Into reality. Not from that great height

But forward towards new opportunities.

No more dreaming, or de ja vu-ing.

Time for authenticity in my existence,

Some go-getting and positive ‘doing’.

Dreams are for those sleeping through life.

 

© S Gillis 2023

Published Hinterland Times July 2023

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

FAREWELL MUM...

Image
Farewell Mum We celebrate now in love, Mum's life from start to end And we're glad we knew her, as Mum and as a Friend. We remember all the love and lessons she taught us And thank her for the care and generosity shown us. Although Mum's now left this earth and taken flight, We know she's that voice in our heads, our guiding light. Remembering her will be easy, we do that anyway; Because there's an ache in our hearts that won't go away. But we're pretty sure that up there in Heaven She'll be painting and teaching pottery once again... S, P & R (26.9.17)
Read more

THE CIRCUS TRAIN...

Image
Photo courtesy Nest In The Attic My eyes are wet with tears as I stand over her frail body. Her face is peaceful and free of the pain that has been so noticeable of late.  I feel my throat constricting with the effort of keeping my emotions in check.  Is this tiny, thin creature the same woman I remember from childhood as a tower of strength? Mum had phoned me earlier this morning and asked me to stop in on my way to the city to check on her mother, my "Grammy".  I had grudgingly agreed because she was insistent although it would mean I’d be late for my hair appointment.  It was terribly difficult to get a suitable spot at  Ramon’s. “Honestly Mum, you worry too much,” I had said.  “She’s as tough as old leather and will probably outlast me!” I look through the door to the kitchen where long ago Grandma had taught me to cook the dishes my own family now loved.  So strong are the many happy memories of that room, I feel I can almost touch the woman and child I see
Read more