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.

12 comments:

  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.

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  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!

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  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.

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  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.

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  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.

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

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  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...

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  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.

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  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.

    XO
    WWW

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