In the comfort of her pillows
In the haziness of day
She is transported to way back
When simplicity did reign
Breathing soft and heavy
Where safety is supreme
Relaxing into to happiness
Remembering her dreams
Lazy, summer Sundays
The light is shining in
The steaming cup of delight
The pastry crumbling
Paris to Portofino
She could transport in a blink
She didn’t doubt her gaining
More dreams through travelling
Picking fruit from orchards
Picking routes along the way
She dreams desires one by one
To help get through her day
As long as she makes choices
A risk or two and take
The action that is needed
For dreams come true to make
Making plans whilst gently rocking
The hammock keeps her in
The dreams constant creating
A never-ending stream
By dreaming more she listens
Her desires gain confidence
Getting happy from just thinking
Makes just common sense
In time it forms a habit
By dreaming, practicing
She realises pleasure
Can make dreams start happening
Her dreams they gain momentum
Getting bigger day by day
She starts to see that they become
Not dreams but reality
And when she starts to dream again
She sees her dreams come true
The happiness she shares is more
Ensuring dreaming starts anew
Her dreams become a way of life
Entwined with life to come
The choice she made, her dreams to count
Has been the biggest one
These poems are from She Is Healing – for women finding their way back to themselves.
A new poem, every day.
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