Ah, that I could rejoice
in thinking it's all for the best
and rest my muddled thoughts
in the waves of a velvet pillow.
That I could close my eyes
and believe change is all we needed.
Breathe: the frustration of impediment
pulls - from the seams of my skirt - down.
But dreams only bring exaltation
to a mind that concedes and a spirit
that mimics reason as it sinks in hurt.
I dread the day of mutual agreement.
Insomnia will be my greatest companion,
that I shall not fall into the miseries of hope.
Elope, my darling, and spread your wings
for I am prisoner of the waking hour.
© Valeria G. 2009