Dreaming a Path Towards Reawakening

Dreaming a Path Towards Reawakening

by Anthony/Linonux

I trace the outlines of a dream I can’t forget

A silhouette of something more, not mine—at least not yet

The night is long, but still I see

A light that flickers just for me

Tho this light likes to taunt me

As I can’t comprehend what I see

Yet I follow this light on a endless walk

While my path is made with a chalk

Once I approach said light

My heart races out of a fright

A fear is born into my soul

One that makes my feelings a hole

As the light forms I see figures

Once revealed they are within my fingers

Big and small shadows revealed themselves

And once the light shines they are ourselves

The first one represents innocence

The second one represents ignorance

Curiously the third one represents coldness

While the fourth one represents kindness

My intellectual thoughts pushed me forward

As I get closer the shadows go onward

Thus they turn into different star dusts

As they thrust into my own memories

These memories I realized something a heart

All these figures are part of my art

Every unique piece that forms my current self

Thus all converge one on one at myself

The dream’s ambience changes from night

Into the beautiful sky of the twilight

Another figure approaches me in delight

One that brings me a joyful sight

The figure has a very unique feminine glow

One that causes the twilight sky to overflow

Thus the ambience changes to a cloudy sky

One that before used to water my eyes

This time the sky is beautifully rainy

As the water falls it reveals her clearly

This woman approaches me intimately

One that’s makes our connection legitimately

Another small figure comes from her

One that changes the ambience in a stir

Sky changes to a breezy sunset

The girl awakens my heart in this set

Finally I realized that this dream is an insight

A dream that reflected my life in a unique sight

Which shows how my life unfolded

In turn that’s how I was molded

The ambience ends with a clear sunrise

One that’s makes me see myself arise

With a family that will soon be at my side

One that will make me full of pride

As the figures disappear there is a silence

One that’s provides me with a nightly guidance

Time returns to the present night sky

One that makes my eyes cry

Not tears of sadness

Not tears of madness

But only Tears full of hope

As awaken with this longing feeling

I just got up and kept on dreaming.

Author’s Note:

This poem is a reflection of a personal journey—through uncertainty, fear, and emotional shadows—toward clarity, hope, and rediscovery.

It began as a dream but unfolded into something more: a reminder that even when the night feels endless, there’s always light waiting to be found.

Every line comes from a place of longing, but also from the quiet belief that something better is always just ahead. This is my path.

This is my reawakening.