Dare I dream
that the green
on the back lawn will grow larger
with each passing day
till it takes over
and the white
is nothing more than a memory?
Dare I dream
that this year
will be different from the last
and the slippery slope
will level off
so we can move on
not forgetting the storm we weathered?
Dare I dream
that the thing that tried hard to
steal my peace and take me out
is just a phantom
behind a curtain
with no real power
in the end?
I do.
I dare.
Because it’s the only thing I know how to do.
I love this poem expressing your courage. Thank you for sharing it.