With Open Arms
As I slip into deep sleep.
My mind ponders the events that just happened.
Could it possibly be any worse?
All that I have been is lost in a moment.
All that I have possessed taken in an instant.
Is this the end?
Will I live again?
Will I be released from the sleep that has captured me?
If I could just live again.
I would be different and not conform to the world that I just left.
As I reflect on who I was.
I realize that who I have been is not who I am.
The life that I lived was no more than a mask covering the real me.
What has happened was not to kill me but to reveal me.