No Dreams for Young Women

Startle awake from dreams
The darkness shocks my senses,
Desperate to return to the light.
It was warm there, happy.
I have no idea how to get back.

The clouds that surrounded my head
Have cleared the atmosphere,
Nothing but clarity staring me in the face.
I haven’t been real for a minute,
Floating in some suspended existence.

Clinging to the want of unconsciousness,
Eyes closed in prayer for sleep to come,
My soul runs back for comfort,
For the happy place I created from nothing.
But my eyes stay open, knowing, realistic.

And it will always be a constant battle.
A war between head and heart,
A scuffle of knowledge and dreams.
Of knowing what I want,
But knowing it may never be achieved.