I dreamt a dream
-within a dream-
about my mother
(she wasn’t really
my mother-you know how
dreams are)
I ran in terror
from the evil
hands,
the words that
catch like tiger’s claws,
choking the heart.
I ran as fast
as I could
my legs started
to move
like
weightless
anchors
(as they always do-
you know how
dreams are)
she came bounding
around the path
I knew she would
do that.
I suddenly stopped
I woke from the dream
within a dream.
Suddenly she stopped.
I knew that
I had her now,
the dreamer was
awake
I said “you are not my mother”
she said
“you think that?”
“I know that”
I hissed.
A male figure
crept across the background
escaped from sight;
perhaps gone for good?
I was holding onto this
state,
I felt I was losing the fight
then I woke
from the dream,
to this dream,
my blood frozen
in my veins;
I had called someone out.
I had gotten a victory.