It’s unbelievable the stories that conjure in my head,
It’s beyond comprehension how I escape my present tense.
Run away to an imaginary space where everything is perfect and grand.
Abuse doesn’t exist; trauma disappears.
All that is left is fairy dust sparkling everywhere; everything feels safe.

The graveyard of memories scattered with giggle & despair tugs at my heartstrings,
I screamed in my dream, ‘Don’t be a victim and stare at the horizon intently; you persevered through the hardships of the past & prevailing now; the future will unfold beautifully.
Your dreams might not be perfect, but they will resound in your soul.
Do not get addicted to failure because the landscape is always blurred.’