Day 4 — Write a poem based on an image from a dream.
I rarely remember
what happens in my dreams
only how I feel when I wake up
but there was this one time
I watched myself
within my dream
having a nightmare wailing around,
eyes squinched,
screams falling from my gaping mouth,
and a pinched brow,
clutching the sheets
and I wanted to wake myself up,
shake my shoulders,
slap my face,
get me out of the vicious dream
that held its grasp
so firmly in my mind
but I stood in place,
frozen,
helpless,
distraught at the thought
of watching myself in pain,
wishing “wake up,”
“just wake up,”
and it never happening
and then
when I finally opened my eyes
and saw my bedroom
