In It

She dreams in this vast world              

The dreams that she breathed life into every day of her youth

She felt the essence of Him, the omniscient lullaby

Every night, even times when she couldn’t help but cry herself to sleep, he moved in her and sang her that sweet silent, reassuring lullaby.

It still is soul moving, constant and committed

For that, she was grateful.                                                             

That lullaby was equal and opposite to her song cry of generational angst and longing

Too often she suppressed that release and it dug a deep void in the pit of her being

Too often she attempted to fill it

Fell short of embracing it, experiencing it and pushing through the disappointment

There was never a suitable fix

So a material manifestation of happiness accompanied her in a man that understood all her fears

He was amazing and she was elated that she could finally embrace this new and unmanageable bliss

You’ve said, “I AM”

So, I am here and I send up this wish to you

Please let happiness be real

Please let it visit me in this life and remain soul moving, constant and committed

For that I will be grateful but even more able to freely live my life for you

The pursuit of happiness…

Ain’t it every man’s dream?

Didn’t you put that dream along with my song cry in this being for this reason?

Let me claim it and share it and create through such a manifestation

Naming me possible to procreate in a time of hate, ambivalence and casted eyes

To assure a genetic make able to transition in tune with these new times

Carrying a guise of inherited generational merit to pursue and claim the same hope and happiness I commit to at this very moment

Your lullaby is equal and opposite of my song cry

It is soul moving, constant and committed

But so is my yearning and longing

So is my practice to breathe life into those dreams that drift

Yes, they are drifting…. Away from me and entering my next lifetime because sometimes, just sometimes, I am afraid that I believe and, at least, want to ask you for another shot at this phase of this time of this here life of mine.

By Sherice Brammer