Too Scar(r)ed for Words, by Katharine A. Carreno

What is this dream?


In solace by a pond

Just ink and paper

To dry myself off after

Immersing in each idea,

A deep plunge

But no rush for oxygen.

Frozen in an endless moment

Rippling sensations flood my mind and body.

One place they can be embraced

Not erased.

But the demon screams,

“You’re worthless!

You don’t know how!”

Oh, of course,

Mirages in the desert

Fool me.

-Katharine A. Carreno