a Poem by Raquel Swann

Once in a dream I was the real me

dressed to the nines,

in the center of a ballroom.

all eyes were on me, and

a well dressed gentlemen

places his hand on the small of my back

and leads me to the dance floor.

I waited and listened intently but

there were no facetious snickers

nor cries of those calling foul.

As we spun around in circles,

there were genuine smiles

upon the faces of my closest

family and friends.

after the music stoped,

I glided back to my table.

Clanking wine glasses ensued,

as a stranger stood up and,

proposed a toast

to me.

As I woke up,

soaked with sweat,

I wished the world

would catch up to my dreams.

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