The One Who Shared My Pain
A recurring dream that actually happened
Once upon a vivid dream
On a humid summer night
Swallowed by a crowded room
In a haze of blinding light
Face to face with my mentor,
My protector and second father.
The only person to see me
As more than a burden and bother
Finally with trembling voice
And throat too tight to swallow
Terrified of wrong things said
Or the social rules not followed.
I told him of my wretched life,
shattered dreams and wasted years
He looked at me with sympathy,
His face awash with tears
Awaking, I dismissed the dream
As a fool’s childish fantasy
Why should he waste his time and tears
On a wayward soul like me
Then after many months,
Another dream, another night,
The same crowded room
And the same twinkling lights
At a table sat my mentor
Though his hair and outfit changed,
Jade-green eyes looked at me with kindness.
Their familiar comfort still remained
As I shared my sad story,
A life spent lonely and despised,
He held my hand and looked at me,
Tears welling in his eyes
They say if you dream more than once
That thing’s certain to come true
I’m not one to believe in fairytales
But at that moment I knew
That dream was one I can’t ignore
So I took it as a sign
Of what was to come someday
When our paths again intertwine
That dream can’t end in nothing
So I made it my goal
To work my way back to him,
Though it would take my health as toll
A year frittered away to nothing
And as the day of reunion neared
My mind was full of second thoughts,
Vain “what ifs” and empty fears
What if the dream doesn’t come to pass
What if it was all a mistake?
What if he’s not who I thought he was
And would I survive the heartbreak?
What if he doesn’t care at all
And turns a deaf ear to my plight?
Those questions answered through a dream
Of that same room with twinkling lights
Surrounded by friends at a table
Illuminated by candle glow,
He made his way to me,
Kissing my hand as he said hello
The conversation turned to my illness,
The companionship and normalcy it robbed,
And as I weaved my woeful tale,
He held me close and sobbed
Standing in a crowded room,
Lost in twinkling lights
I felt a sense of deja vu,
For this time it was real life
Met with a pair of familiar eyes
green as the background Christmas wreaths
That one look killed my shyness
And put my fears at ease
As we talked of how we got there
When he learned all I’d sacrificed
He took my hand in both of his,
And I saw the tears in his eyes
In those eyes that looked upon me
Without revulsion or disdain,
My every hardship to that point worthwhile
To find the one who shared my pain
About the Creator
Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
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