Dream

Some weeks go by feeling like a dream - only it isn't the good kind of dream. More like a dreadful trip that seems to never end.

Surely it is a dream. This can't be real. I think I'll just have to wait it out. If they surface - tears and fears - then I will feel something at least and will know for certain, what is before me, is real. I don't think I am strong enough for that - not yet.

and so I watch for signs of angels
and so I wait on God

I take a step back into the shadows. It's my protection for now. I'll stay hidden until I feel stronger, until I feel safe. I wonder if being invisible is a good or bad thing - for me, for them - or is it both.

...days have come and gone and I remain in the shadows