Illusions

I had a dream
It was blurred at its ends
I didn't know where I was turning
But I knew I was going
Somewhere.
I replayed it several times in my head
I let it foster in my heart
Till I was comfortable enough
With the thought of
Never getting up.

I had a box
It was chipped at its ends
I didn't have the key
But I knew it kept an important
Secret.
I decorated it with beads and silver
I let it become my refuge
Till I was comfortable enough
With the thought of
Making it my home.

I had a letter
It was frayed at its ends
I didn't know the words
But I knew it had my
Past.
I rewrote it several times on the walls
I let the symbols
Become my syllables
Till I was comfortable enough
With the thought of
Never speaking again.