Personal Meyland

  1 st Phase of a personal lockdown Self-locked   Denial brought my world into a still state Blocking feelings, into fantasy immerse. Nice escape for a scared human being But the blanket won’t fight the ghosts again.   Closing eyes to an open heart fully aware Of mumbling steps on tiptoes towards the unknown Where have the path gone? Breathe and dream that reality becomes fair.   For a time and a place no longer valid. For a state of mind that squirm itself.   Can dreams lift a heavy heart? Maybe visuals can show me a turn Where I do not fear the invisible Where reality is a fake illusion made.   So close your eyes and go inwards Hold my hand and embrace me I will whisper t’ you: “hope”, “calm” Even if tears follow the warmth.   I feel that I fell much better Down a rabbit hole much more Comfy, reversed, sound. Where the tree’s tears can hug me. I have lost all good sense, Or the bad just left me Well attended and hopeful

 She woke up another day having taken another sip of affection into her dreams Those eyes that told her more deeply than words could explain That hug in search of a momentary sanctuary to hold onto against the fears Even if love was not part of the plan their moments transcended and remained.   Connections are sometimes matter of a moment that last forever Becoming another layer of a hidden personality open up for an instant And she treasures in her mind every single pearl she got out that Would it be that difficult to put into words? That energy exchange will be part of her forever It is almost never something meaningless.   That reflection of affection is what could drain her every day Exchanges of energies that were in need of truth Why it is so difficult to be vulnerable, to be real?   And a lonely soul, broken just in part, came to hang A deep light of reality turned into dreams No need to close the eyes looking for wonders Dreams were now par