Dreams are like a glass ball glistening in the sun
You can't touch it nor see it
Always there but never quite in your reach
You're so close but then it slips away
Into the darkness
Again you start the search
The search to find yourself
You look for the glass ball
But you know if you find it
You wont be able to reach it
Because she will pull you back
Back into the darkness and shadows
Crouched down in the corner
Looking in the mirror
Wishing you would stop
Why am I doing this?
I know this is bad but I can't stop
It wont let me
I get so close but never close enough
Before it pulls me back
I welcomed her into my heart, head and soul
Now I am paying the price
She is the hunger pain I pretend not to feel
Always with me like a ghost
Can't be seen but always there
Always behind me whispering
I walk to the mirror, again
Looking in shame and crying
Thin is never thin enough
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Hello Laura, Thank you for sharing these dreams with us. Sometimes we all need to find another interest that can take us through another opened door. Keep writing