Metaphor

I had a dream that I was lost naked in the cold.

The wind ripped through my body, leaving me battered, bruised and freezing.

I tried hard to walk into the wind but the force was too powerful.

I was knocked down over and over again.

Trough it all I could hear a distant laughter.

The laughter taunted and belittled me.

My body was bruised and aching.

I was scared and felt desperate and so alone.

I stood there screaming for help, for rescue.

But no one came to save me.

I could hear a voice in the distance, but it gave me no comfort.

I called out, "here I am," but the voice didn't hear me in return.

I awoke drenched in sweat yet icy cold to the touch.

I realized the dream was a metaphor.

Your love keeps me feeling lost and naked, the distant voice was you.

No matter how hard I try I am left empty and cold and so alone.

Your words rip through me like the icy wind.

I doesn't matter what I say, you never hear me, or even try.

The battering and bruising are there, just inside my heart.

~Shea Clarke
09-12-2011