I awoke one day to find myself
sitting at the edge of my bed
my hands were holding my head
I was thinking of all the dreams
that were dead
I just had to laugh at all the death
after drawing in my first breath
to rescusitate the life
Whatever became of the night before
Did we die and become reborn
and what of the dawn
was it the first one
or just a note to carry on
the light was hurting my head
I tried hard to leave my bed
I dragged my feet across the floor
with the feeling I'd used them before
I was swallowed by the narrow hall
enthralled by the fear that I'd fall
My hands hands
were still holding my head
I was thinking of all the things I had said
I stubbed my thoughts on my regrets
I laughed again under my breath
Regrets are only half-truths
subject to our narrow views
The past is only how it's seen
'Right now' is as real as things will be
© Michael Paul Reed