Dreaming Through Glass Poem by Bethany Maxwell

Dreaming is like looking through glass,
So vivid,
So real.
Yet on the outside,
You remain.
Looking through a curtain of clarity,
Yet blocked but it's solidity.
Fingers outstretched,
Reaching and grasping,
Yet on the outside,
You still remain.
Familiar faces all around,
Their voices echo in your head,
Whispering and screaming,
Yet on the outside,
You remain.
Standing face to face with fantasy,
So real it could be reality,
Wishing to see the other side,
Your hands press against the glass,
Yet on the outside,
You still remain.