My Dream Poem by Claudia Krizay

Populated by a swarm of
Warrior ants,
Life can be a dangerous ride,
Hailstones are thrown from the
Messiah’s inner- fury as
Fire is rekindled beneath my feet, ignited by the demons of my past.
Gazing from the eyes of an abandoned child,
Masked by tears of frustration,
And the apprehension of what the future could bring,
I perceive this world to be an unwelcome place.
I would venture one step outside the
Realm of disillusionment,
Although only to follow a path of a different and
Brighter star, and hopefully this path would be,
Though narrow,
More smoothly paved.
To discover mountains in the shadows of skies,
Magenta in their hues and
Rivers of scintillating topaz-blue
Would be my fondest and utmost desire,
With the hope that I would no longer have to
Cross bridges leading to places I cannot walk without stumbling, or
Where I could not dwell in peace and solitude-
Waters illuminated by a light from a different source
That would wash away those painful recollections of my past,
In my dreams I would hope to find.
Fields of wild violets and yellow peace-rose gardens
So enchanting would be to discover,
Free from obstacles as they could be.
Every step I take is one in trepidation, and
Peace and serenity becomes overpowered by an excess of cacophony,
Swarms of threatening people and that
Never abating death fear.
My song though dolorous, is none but melodious,
For it is a part of me and would never harm me, or
Touch another’s soul in a dangerous way, as
On this planet, here, I walk alone.
On my solitary walk through life
My shadow is cast behind me, and
I hope to drown any remaining tears in a tributary of disenchantment,
That in all of my hopes and dreams
Would be washed into a sea of composure-
Life, love, serenity and the mystery of God’s gifts to humanity,
If they could only quench the
Anger that torments my very essence would be my lifelong aspiration.
I would
Climb those majestic mountains, magenta hued,
And swim that river topaz in its crystalline clarity-and
They would drown every menacing hailstone that
Falls from above,
Life may cease to be a peril and a threat, and to
Follow a path blazed by the illumination of a different star,
I could find who that abandoned child inside me truly is and
This light would dry those tears of frustration and
Perhaps I would find a future for myself,
Even if I never reach that mountaintop or have to
Swim across that river-
I would find my home with saints and angels and
Abandon the demons of my past and even the few remaining in my present - forever,
As I walk that narrow but smoothly paved path ahead.
Although I stand beneath the shade of a tree of apprehension
In my hand I hold a candle illuminated by the flame of hope, and as
I watch my reflection drift about in that river,
I see it slowly disappear, as the river flows into a sea of optimism and tranquility…