My
Pillow
While
the pillow becomes a friend.
The
dreams I share my pillow cannot comprehend as I succumb to admit the
life I lead is mine.
I
give hope to much needed thrills, when all my dreams my pillow sees.
Sleepless
nights and lonely days, my pillow caress my head and showed me care;
giving me comfort as it may with assurance. I keep my love forever
and always.
I
take deep breaths and wrestle well with thoughts unseen but no events
unfolding.
Despite
my pillow setting me free, with questions in mind; I wonder when all
my dreams will ever be.
“Is it just a spell or
is it just me!”
My pillow dried my tears
tirelessly and allow me to see myself in ways I wouldn't have
imagined.
My intention heals and the
good it sees keeps me from drowning in the deep.
My pillow; my best friend
listens and feel the pain my heart rebel but in time I see that
making judgements does not help.
I learn to see that it is
not a purpose to be hard on myself.
With defiance my pillow
talk gave me that reflection, the comfort I gain from beyond and
within.
I know that life is a
journey that I have to trodd and tell.
Where life abounds, it
prepares me not for the unseen but takes me through the motions as I
seek the answers I cannot give.
With my mind at ease and
my strenght resolved, my fears are gone with clarity I surpass the
challenges in my head.
My courage has grown, I
can see the light.
I feel the doubts fading
in the dark.
So here I am radiant and
strong.
Thanks to my pillow that
keeps me moving along.
Written by
Althea Legister
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