Some places in my mind
are cerebral neighborhoods
best left
not to walk through alone.

In dreams
I am jolted by
vivid thoughts
I sprint away
as if racing
could bring escape.

The wearisome part
then settles in
as memories declare
we are here to stay
we are not leaving, no

Ancient conversations
run on, endless loops
falsely creating
ways different words
might have changed outcomes.

But everyone knows
except me
at 2:00 am
that this is never so.

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Dori Owen

Dori Owen is a storyteller, writing from small town Arizona, after living a few decades in California as an LA Wild Child, with a brief stop in Reno. She settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. She is a shown artist and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture and decor she finds from thrift stores. She lives with the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son who lives in Portland, Oregon. Her essays and poems have been published in RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I, StigmaFighters Vol 2, and Love Notes From Humanity. Her blogs have been featured on The Lithium Chronicles, Open Thought Vortex, Sudden Denouement, and The Mighty.

4 thoughts on “2:00 AM

  1. Susan P. BlevinsSusan P. Blevins Reply

    Wow! I love this Dori! “Cerebral neighborhoods”, “I sprint away as if racing could bring escape”…
    Actually, I love every word of every line! How I can identify with the 2 a.m. unquiet mind, the endless ‘what if’s’… But we keep hoping, and we keep writing, and that’s what keeps us sane!
    Love you, Susan xo

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