I open my eyes,

only to see darkness.

I feel the weight of it all

but I see no way to the surface.

 

I would be afraid,

except there is no question

of what's to come,

whether I attempt or submit.

So I close my eyes.

 

And I am home.

A creek dances over my feet

and I can see my Father's house.

I am warm,

and all is tinted in gold.

 

There is a fullness in my soul

and, for the moment,

I know no worries.

 

But I know it isn't real,

not yet.

For now, it is only a dream.

 

Awake,

I gasp for breath

and fight.