I Have This Dream

my dream makes me sick at night

along with too much chocolate

to sooth my bipolar cycle

three o’clock in the morning

I don’t want to be an obscure writer

on my death bed

forty years from now

My dream kicks and moans

at the sides of my womb

It dreams of everyone being recognized

for what we came to do

no glass ceilings ….broken in our imagings

shattering shards

in our voices

when we speak Life

into our dreams

In reality, society and

my family sees my poetry

as therapy for the sick

Not timeless art

the glass grows thicker

in my mind

enslaving me in small spaces

…I’m enslaved in small spaces

We’re stuck in small spaces

Too many are stuck in tiny spaces

Mentally Ill, Homeless

Those on reservations

I dream away

solitary nightmares

Mix

With every broken-feeling person Being free

of invisible shards

cutting throats

when we speak Life

into our dreams

Awakened by a deep love within

A strong love within

Profound in who we are

Profound in who we all are

Hey, what did you come here to do

To create beauty

Right here

Right now

By Michele Angelica

3/13/22