Wishful Dreams Poem by Arti Chopra

I dreamt that I was different
poised, proud, and fair
that you had your arm around me
and took me here and there
I dreamt that your eyes
had a newfound respect
no more abusing or ranting
not knowing what to expect,
I dreamt you were tender
your hands did caress
you were caring and eager,
no need to supress
I dreamt you were happy
and thus so was I,
and this newfound happiness
made me want to fly...
I dreamt times were better
and we were having fun
I embraced the warm feeling
not having to run....
no watching your expression
no cowering with fear,
no thinking in bad times,
of all who I hold dear
a sharing, a caring
a life that was blessed,
a marriage of togetherness
not a military conquest,
and then your voice
shook me
and woke me with a scream,
suddenly it dawned on me
it was another wishful dream