Lucid Dreams

if life is but a dream

I want to be a lucid dreamer

digging myself out of this grave in purgatory

Resurrecting the ghosts of my forgotten hopes

But oh these demons. These fears and insecurities

Shackling my hands and feet, the insidious jailer called procrastination

I’m a prisoner of my mind. A slave to my thoughts

The swirling anxieties that race through my head

The heart palpitations , the beating organ threatening to erupt out of my chest

I fear being judged. But who judges me more than my lower self?

The paralysis of inaction, I just want to stay in bed

Until I realize I can no longer live with myself

I rip the insecurities to shreds. Claws out. I shoot the old me dead.