She cries in her dream of forest

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She wishes not to wake up. Not to wake up from this lucid dream where the sounds of her own private wars are echoing the battles of men before her and near her.

She wishes to enlighten the moment when she finally finds her lost cubs. They must've hidden away thinking it was hide and seek. They could be somewhere in this enchanted forest...

She looks for the cubs, but they are nowhere to be seen. She wanders in the depths of the mythical forest where the unrealistic beings hide from the real world of judgment.

She feels hopeless though. She feels lost to her knees. She's weakening...

She can't control the feeling taking over her body. The feeling has won.

All she can do is lay there hopelessly...

Lay there while living in past regrets.

She cries herself to sleep...

Or awake~

But what is that in the distance?

A cub,

Another cub,

Another, another cub.

Tumbling out from the leafy green bush.

They assert to their mother,

Comforting her,

Snuggling against her warm, fuzzy coat,

Drawing solace from her peaceful presence.

She is now awake.

Awaken from her wildest dreams,

She feels the warmth from her babies,

Her dreams came true~

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Authors Notes:

Thank you so much for reading my poem!