Real Life.... Poem by Khalid Hameed

am I dreaming?
or is it just real living
life,
I see her,
she is standing outside
my door,
wondering eyes and dry lips,
parched with thirst,
for water
bruises all over her body
dark purple and reddish blue
marks and scabs,
paper thin skin covering her face
and limbs, like
after a long lost battle or a journey
in a hot scolding desert sand
under the feet
barely holding to herself...
A little glimmer of hope
in her green emerald eyes
with a question mark?
for help? ?
Looking for some solace
asking for forgiveness
of all the bad choices she
made
in her life
that once was so nice
and peaceful
It is hard to surmise
surrounded by loved ones,
and I was one of
them,
so they said....
I had dreams for us
that included her
of some kind...
strange unspoken love and affection
out of this world kind...
where sometime it is hard to explain
only needs to be felt
and knowledge to be gained
about the feeling
yet,
she left everyone a long
time ago
maybe
she was a child, didn't know better
life was pretty miserable
around her
too much restrictions
put up against her
by reality of life
too much fright
to accept truth
that you cannot fight
yourself
and now you are back again
at the door step
I don’t know if
I am capable to save
or be saved
at this point?
from my inner guilt
and withering life
or is it just a real life...