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 blogs on ArizonaGirlDiary.tumblr.com, is a columnist on FeminineCollective.com, a contributor/editor for The Lithium Chronicles, created the Facebook page Diary of an Arizona Girl, is an author on AskABipolar, was featured in the books FeminineCollective RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I and StigmaFighters Vol II, and is a zealous tweeter as @doriowen. She's a former LA wild child who settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. Dori spent her adult years in Southern California, with a brief stay in Reno, and has now returned to where she ran away from in Arizona. She is a shown artist, writer, and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture she finds from thrift stores. She lives with her beloved rescued terrier, Olivia Twist, and the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son in Portland, Oregon who very much resents being introduced after her pets. But she she does love him the most.
This poem takes my breath away, Dori. Oh, those conversations that haunt us in dreams.
Agreed!
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
This is absolutely gorgeous, D!