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In The Darkness of My Dreams...
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They wonder, Those who claim to love me, What troubles bleed from my soul? Like an open wound… I seek comfort in being alone, How do I tell them about the past? That comes to haunt me, The voices that call my name, Entreating me to follow that sound, To the bitter end… “Come to me,” she whispers, This shadow of my soul, I can’t forget… “Join with us,” she pleads, Begging me to join my sibs In the darkness of my dreams… “We won’t wait forever,” she warns- Drifting in all her loveliness, Her sad eyes on mine, As she fades into the night… Then you come, See the look of doom on my face, The sadness in my soul, I never learned to hide… Your world intruding on mine, And I wonder if you’re just being kind, When you say you love me… For all I can see is the forest, Somehow I missed the trees… I peer now and again, From the darkness of my dreams, Into the light of your life, But child of the night that I am, I can’t stand the brightness of your soul, It blinds me… Your beauty, Your truth, Your love, And I step back into the shadows, Into the darkness of my dreams, Where I am safe, And whole, And hidden, From the light of your love…

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Reviews of "In The Darkness of My Dreams..."

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on September 15, 2003

moving and deeply sad write Retta!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)

Reviewed on September 15, 2003

(((Reindeer))) This is awesome. I've been there so many times myself. Its sometimes easier to take the safer route than trust the beauty and light.

~Jackie~

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on September 15, 2003

Retta.....excellent write my friend...heartfelt deep write......BHUWAN

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

to be blinded by love can sometimes be a blessing... great write!

Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Truly beautiful...great write.
Jenni

Reviewed by ShyPoet 1

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

A very soul-ful poem! Profound and intense look at self-reflection and life. I love the nature aspects of the poem. A lot of us, at times, can see the trees for the forest!
God Bless
Shy

Reviewed by Robert Blackwell (Reader)

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

This is an awesome write, Retta!

Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

OUCH--this is painfully gripping work! Woman, how do you do this so well...SO OFTEN? You are ---you awed me.

Thanks,
Emilie

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Your talent always give us a special treat! This is exceptionally beautiful work Reindeer!

Reviewed by Tami Ryan

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Reindeer,

This was a painful, emotional write; surely, many of us can commiserate. As with James, I feared the light - for far too long. I, too, have learned to don sunglasses, and with the patience of those who extend the light, I've learned to peek at and absorb the light, one bright ray at a time... How much more fulfilled my spirit is! (I have an extra pair of sunglasses, if you'd like them...)

A beautiful write, so well expressed, my friend!

Tami

Reviewed by Melissa Rives

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Always such moving and deeply sad, but beautiful verses. So moving...

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

This is wonderful Reindeer...step into the light if you can...I know its hard...sometimes we feel so comfortable in that darkness...of our childhood...yet...maybe its time to step into the light...wonderful expression here. very deep and meaningful write..floria

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Wonderful write, Reindeer. This stanza was touching:
I peer now and again,
From the darkness of my dreams,
Into the light of your life,
But child of the night that I am,
I can’t stand the brightness of your soul,
It blinds me…

It's understandable to feel unsafe and threatened when you're "out of you element". One must be sure that they want to leave it and if it's in their best interest to do so. PErhaps if you feel tempted to do so, then maybe "a step at a time" effort is the way to accomplish this undertaking,. Sort of "testing the waters" method. Your poems are sooo dramatic and intriguing, I love em!

Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Related well to this.
For years, I've found comfort alone in darkness, running from light like a cockroach on steroids.
I finally decided to put on a pair of sunglasses and join the living.
It's not easy, but the alternative is unacceptable.
Good piece.
-James

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

i found this to be very poetic and expressive. You're just normal Retta. Things haunt all of us. They're just like real flesh and blood people. You have to let them know where to get off and that you're not afraid of them anymore. I rule my darkness and make friends with it. It adds strength and honesty to my heart and soul. I too use to run and then hide where it was safe. This is what fear wants you to do. Hide and be afraid. Once you face the worst of your darkness nothing else will hardly bother you. It might scare the hell out of you, that's normal, but you still win by looking it right in the eye. Facing up. Then again these are just words, words are like birds, they fly around all over town. Backing them up makes you the person. This is me, I look the devil right in the eye, he's rather entertaining and helful when you understand his nature. I'm more good than evil though and i like this. Variety can be the spice of life. The devil will only rule you if you let him. Once he finds out that you're in charge, he'll still entertain you but he'll go on to weaker souls who he can really take charge of totally. G

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Beautiful, Retta. Reminds me of trying to make friends with the wild birds that frequent the area. A few, a very few, have taken food from my hand, and then only with the exertion of much patience.
Great write.
Best regards,
Leland

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