Monday, May 2, 2011

Getting Through


I go to sleep each night,
Because it feels good to escape
In the warmth of my bed.
Cotton blankets become the shields
That try to shut out the bad—
A dream catcher hangs over my head
To catch the things that haunt my dreams.
I sleep and dream to maintain some faith,
Because yes, the dawn brings reality
But there is silver in the lining.