Hitting rock bottom

Wasn’t what I expected

One night when I took another turn

And I wasn’t in the dream world anymore

A hand reached through the dark

And all I know is I didn’t run away

When the smoke cleared

Leaving me with sun and other stars

The hand was still there,

A clear shape now and no longer looming

It pulled me up from the dirt and talked to me

“Welcome to New York.”

The voice asked me how I felt

“Different.”

Image: “Big Cat”

Thank you all for reading this piece, I hope you liked it. Click here for another dream poem about a person’s world changing, with a drastically different ending. Click here if you liked this poem’s birth of a friendship for a poem in which I detail the life and death of a friendship.

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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