Saturday, September 21, 2019

The Two of Me

I awoke in the midst of a frequent dream of mine. In these dreams I am always running, joyfully, arms wide open, sometimes leaping over a low wall, jumping over mossy hillocks and wooden fences. When I awake, sometimes there are tears on my cheeks, sometimes a smile on my face. I never had those dreams when I was actually running every day.

In my morning quiet time I wrote about this.

The Two of Me

In dreams I run and there's no effort to it.
In daylight I forget how it was to not think
About my body as I raced through my old life.

There are two of me now.
The remembered me.
And the one who owns her.
But can do nothing with her.

I know many of you can relate.


  1. Yes.
    And how I wish I had been aware of just how precious that free flowing movement was...
    I also wish that I had known just how lucky I was. And, with the benefit of hindsight, how beautiful.

  2. Sigh! I sometimes feel that rather than there being two of me, there's only half of me. Still...half is better than none. :)
    Love the poem, WWW!

  3. I like your poem, but it makes me realize that I've never had a running dream. It sounds like a nice dream, despite its poignancy. Maybe tonite.

  4. I don't know the psychology of running dreams. I had a running/flying dream for years. I ran full speed down a hill and at the bottom took off and began flying, until I gently landed again. Once I shared the dream with my father and he said as a child he often dreamed of flying. The running start and taking off and flying. The difference: he did not have to come down until he wished. He soared and soared and floated and floated.His childhood was so mean and terrible, I never begrudged the superiority of his dream. To be able to fly on an empty stomach, and look down on it all.

  5. I can relate somewhat, but there is still a lot I can do that the old me could do, only she did it better and faster.

  6. Simply beautiful. Yes, I can relate indeed.

  7. Another simply beautiful words and truly understand. Learning to accept is difficult but surrounded by nature, I smile and it helps for it could be much worse. Special thoughts going your way...

  8. I awoke in the night to the thought--quit comparing your current self to the self of three decades ago. That self is gone, never coming back. That was then, this is now. Live in the now.

  9. Thank you all for your comments. It seems old age comes as a big surprise to many of us.

    And I do cherish the skill sets I still have. Any my inner creativity which has never left me.



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