The Dream-Self Never Vanishes (Poem)
Added 2024-05-29 20:22:16 +0000 UTCI submitted the poetry chapbook to the company I use for printing and distribution last night, and I'm waiting hear back about if there are any issues with the files. In the meantime, I'd like to share one of the new poems I wrote for it. I'll have an update in a day or two about the process and the cover reveal.
The Dream-Self Never Vanishes
It’s a phase, it’s not real,
but sometimes, it is.
Sometimes I feel my ears flick,
sometimes I feel my tail wag,
and I wonder, is it phase?
Is it imagination and a dream, or is it more?
Can I even tell that anymore?
Lying in bed, tired after a long day,
my feet and hands aching,
feeling like paws with pads,
that’s just exhaustion, I think.
The urge to run after first watching that movie,
where the girl became a wolf while she sleeps,
that didn’t go away all night—
I only laid in bed for hours,
desperately wanting to be one of those wolves in that movie.
It’s a phase, isn’t it?
The subtle way I perk up on well-lit nights,
wanting to go out and prowl—
it’s not real, it’s just a dream,
just the mind of a child, the mind of a teenager lost.
The fact I have dreamed about this for decades now…
perhaps it is a psychosis, perhaps just a fascination,
perhaps…a dream unlived,
or perhaps it’s something more.
The urge to be what I’m not never goes away.
If this isn’t who I really am,
why doesn’t the dream ever end?
Does this dream show me the magic deep inside myself,
that I would unlock,
if the change would ever come?
I don’t know anymore,
but I’m pretty sure it’s not a phase.
