I wake to the sound of crashing waves
and pain of my body slamming against the wall
I try to stand and get my footing
but I'm flung about the room like an old rag doll
I feel scared and confused
and move slowly to the door
Sweaty and tired I turn the brass knob
my loud screams drowned out by the horror
Water up to my chest, I go to the window
is this a dream or a practical joke
I shake uncontrollably; legs turn to rubber
Fear overcomes me; I'm starting to choke
The sight so unbelievable I blink my eyes
yet the frightening vision is not a mistake
My childhood home has lost it's foundation
violently riding the waves of the lake
Written for dVerse Poet's Pub~Poetics
Prompt: DMT-Dream like State
*The prompt inspired me to write about one of my many dreams of my childhood and childhood home. I find great healing in my dream life; especially when it comes to working through a difficult childhood.
