Just a Dream

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something i wrote in the midst of the tragedy that happened in orlando. best wishes to all, please stay safe and know that you're never alone, you can always reach out and get help.

this was inspired by one of Christina Grimmie's covers, here is a link to it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2RA0vsZXf8

if you'd like to help or want to reach out about issues like this, here is a link to a petition banning the AR-15 from civilian ownership: https://petitions.whitehouse.gov//petition/ban-ar-15-civilian-ownership

and here's a link to help you contact your elected representatives about gun control: https://medium.com/@nicolesilverberg/it-s-on-us-too-an-easy-guide-to-contacting-your-elected-representatives-about-gun-control-2e2d8eb20e3f#.nvotc84r4

every voice counts, no matter who you are, no matter how small you may think your voice is. don't stay hidden. make yourself known.

Submitted: June 17, 2016

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“If you’ve ever lost somebody, put your hands up,

 

If you’ve ever loved somebody, put your hands up,”

 

happens to all we see,

everyone loves,

everyone loses,

and then they all wish it was all just a dream

when in reality it was too good to be true,

there was no point in grief,

no reason to cry,

but they did it anyway

because it just felt right

and no matter how hard they looked

for the shine they saw before,

they could never find the light

in the never-ending night

“Will you come back,

 

no one knows,”

 

but the thing that sucks

is that they do, but it doesn’t show.

 

The dream soon fades

and you don’t remember them anymore,

the nights and days turn to weeks,

months,

years,

simple memories

turned tragedies,

nothing more than a fogged up mirror,

and one day you may be reminded of it,

and then the pain might flood back

and the mirror is wiped clean

and the reality is seen

and a layer of tears creates a sheen

on the floor

and you fall

and you

c  r  y

 

a

n

d

.

.

.

.

 

 

nothing’s left.

 

 

 

“Thinkin’ bout us,

 

what we gonna be,”

 

but that doesn’t matter anymore

because one has moved on

and can’t be seen,

 

but

 

but…

 

Life may be temporary,

but memories stick like glue,

and if you’ve experienced it,

you know it’s true,

you’ve seen their face,

you’ve seen their pain,

so the pain you’re feeling

isn’t a reason to burn,

it’s a motive to live on,

because they’re looking down,

and they know you’ll do great,

and when the memories seem dead,

realize,

 

“It was only just a dream,”

 

because it’s time to wake up.

 

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