I think most people, even if they don’t always realize it, find writing cathartic. I don’t post poetry often because I usually only write it when I’m the most emotional–positively or negatively. For the past few months, and it’s been especially highlighted because of COVID and getting sick last month, my feelings have been all over the place. Like the waves, going toward and away from the shore, I’ve felt great like I’m growing and then I’ve felt kinda lost and alone… This is my trying to process some of those feelings…
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merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream…
before you, I felt like I was floating through life…
some parts were smooth sailing, others
like I had lost my oar in the current…
…merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream…
with you, that dream felt structured
like there was a real storyline
like I wasn’t in a dream at all…
…merrily, merrily, life is but a dream…
and then…
like a nightmare, you were gone
and I was floating again, aimlessly…
…merrily, life is but a dream…
am I awake or asleep?
Will I ever know?
sometimes, my actual dreams feel more real…
and maybe reality is a dream
…life is but a dream…
and now, I’ve had ample time to heal
or at least, that’s what I’m told
and yet…
…but a dream…
the memories of you, of us, they feel more distant
like maybe you were a dream the whole time
were you?
or…
am I?
A Little Bit of Happiness 
I love this, Hannah! Thanks so much for sharing it. It’s true that a lot of poetry comes straight from the heart, which makes it difficult to share. I hope that you’ll be back to 100% soon.
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