All through the sleeping days
I was acting on the stage
mimicking actions done for years,
parroting words of others
unsure, confused, rejected;
yet I had wings
to fly like a bird.
When I chose to be the audience
I stopped judging
enjoyed the role
started loving it all, from end to end
understood the importance
of waking up, accepting
The same mundane world around me
uncovered, softened, changed;
detached, I was stable on the ground
my feathers could lift me beyond the sky
independent and free.
© supratik 2023
I love dreams that let me do things I wouldn’t be able to do in reality. That’s the wonder of the dreamlike state. Flying is one of my specialities. I love this poem because I can identify with it.
Very much enjoyed.