if only my blanket can speak

rarely do i dream, or
perhaps remember my
private drama series
playing under the

consciousness i can
not deliberately reach,

though when i was
able to grasp some
bits of pieces of an
already fading mid-
night memory it
will always involve

a plane crash-
ing (with full hollywood
exaggerated effects
of giant smoke and
angry fire) either
wreaking against the
vast thigh of a
meadow or on
poorly-spaced
gossiping roofs,
i have since

googled its meaning
resulting in more
confusion than
peaceful resolution
but at the back
of my honest
thought, i know,
perhaps the plane
is me, my ego, my
pride, my desire

to soar ever so high
wrapped with the
a bitter-tasting dread
of committing a
mistake permanent
and lasting, maybe,

maybe i have always
been afraid of falling

maybe i have always
been afraid of failing
.

04.04.2020
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For NaPoWriMo 2020: Day Four

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16 thoughts on “if only my blanket can speak

  1. WOWZA, this is too good, Rosey!! And the really spooky part is that I also dreamed recently of a plane crash–it clipped the corner roof of my apartment, and I looked out the window: bloody bodies on the ground. Love you muchly–stay safe and healthy–I continue prayers for your reunion with your husband ❤

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