Listening,
barely more than a whisper.
Eyes closed still,
are you dreaming?
Rapid eyes
tell me you
are somewhere else right now.
Where will you be
when you wake up?
What kind of world
will you occupy?
Ranging from comforting
to torturous,
could anyone
really be
prepared?
Something
is escaping your lips.
It sounds like words,
but I can’t identify
the language.
Maybe your brain
is mixing up
the signals,
or maybe
you’re in some other place.
I just sit here, waiting,
knowing,
that the world
you will wake up to
will try you
in ways
you can never imagine
and I just want you
to be prepared
and able to handle
anything that comes your way.
I cannot be
your guardian angel
when you close
your eyes.
I cannot go with you
to the other side.
I will be there
in the moments
in your life
when you might
need me the most,
that’s why I’ll
prepare you, now.
You might hate me,
but you will survive
when you wake up.
HG – 2021
