Snippet #2
Apr 24th, 2009 by heidi
I cried in my dreams last night.
Walking through a shopping mall, I spied the face of a dear friend from high school, whom I haven’t seen in years. I turned from her, folded in on myself in a long, slow fall to the floor, and sobbed. She wrapped her arms around me as I wept for some great sadness that I cannot adequately identify.
Waking, moving through my day, the sorrow lingers; I am a woman made of tears. My skin is a bubble, ready to pop at any moment and collapse into a puddle on the floor.
I wish I knew what these tears were for, what tragedy my subconscious is mourning. I would like to wake up from this dream and find myself healed and standing in the broad daylight.