Dream into words

I step out of the bus. 

In to the dark night. 

The lamp post emitted that warm yellow light.

I looked up and saw the mist of the night air. 

I felt the coolness of the particle hitting my face. 

The crisp dew of the night refreshed me . 

As  stood looking up in the light 

A cool breeze made me shudder. 

Panic entered in my body. 

Realizing I was lost. 

My mind start clicking 

Searching. 

Where was I?

I saw two figure, looking straight at me. 

They knew I was lost. 

I looked at the intersection. The street names.

Familiarity. I knew where I was. 

I saw the bus, I needed to get on that mus. 

Intensity built up in my soul. 

Air could not reach my lungs fast enough. 

I faced the crosswalk. I started walking. But there was a pause. 

As if I was held with sticky substance. 

Anchored by weights. 

Heavy and stiff. 

I was unable to run. 

Everything around me was at full speed. 

But resistance slowed me down. 

Fear sunk in my eyes that  I would miss the next bus. 

I turned around and see it's arrival. 

I felt defeated.

Trying to move faster but unsuccessful. 

I blamed myself for being slow.

I blamed myself for being lazy.

I blamed myself. 

I started taking in control. 

Justify this. 

If I miss the bus, I can always take a lyft. 

I did not believe. 

Time was not on my side. 

I was not going to let it stop me.

Breathlessness. 

I tried fighting the feeling of missing the bus. 

I finally reached one side. 

Next intersection. 

It felt normal. 

I believed again. 

My heart became light. The night musky aura started shifting. 

The city night sky, slowly turned into the country dawn fields. 

Sidewalk disappeared.

Traffic lights no where to be seen. 

The bus waited my arrival. 

On my right acres of rice fields danced along the wind.

Swayed and reached for the mist. 

Heaviness left my body, joy and peace poured in. 

The resistance in the air turned into a pish. 

I walked with ease, no longer running. 

I looked down to see the waterproof boots and shin high socks. 

Ready for the next adventure. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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