Dreams That Whisk The Truth Poem by Mel Reyes

Her dress
So white
so frilly
so pure

Her dance
so professional
so flawless
like her

Her family
so normal
so noble
so rich

Her face
so beautiful
so covered
so blessed

Her thoughts
so dark
so sad
so secret

She hides
her emotions
her feelings
her weakness

She wakes
Looks to the mirror
So damned
So un-tamend

Outside
She looks to the garden
So dead
So blank

Her dress
not white
But black

The family
not noble
not rich
just mad

Brown eyes
close slowly
A sigh
escape closed lips

One can
Imagine
and
Dream

Of a life
so much better
so beautiful
so pure

Thats why
dreams are the best
And they're yours alone