Reality, a bully,
clutches your throat
kneels into your chest.
You struggle to escape
yet with each
bruised, shallow inhale
lungs fill only with all the what-could-go-wrongs.
Your thoughts corrupted
with reality’s warned whispers of how
giant leaps always crash into dead ends.
Your limbs become complacent
with safety of the known.
as if it’s a favorite black t-shirt
washed too many times.
You no longer struggle and
reality loosens its clutches.
You lean into its embrace.
Let the fools run toward dreams
like mosquitos flying into the light of a bug zapper.
As you sleepily exhale,
your last image through half-closed eyes
is reality’s strong hand holding hope’s head underwater.
You are lulled to sleep to the sounds of gasping, choking, drowning.
What does it matter as long as you are warm and safe?