By Laurel Westphal

Dreamers that dream their lives away,
only know disappointment, 
because the dreams were always moving out of reach.

They ask why and can’t see the reason
all has slipped away.

I married such a dreamer,
who was never satisfied, always frustrated
and even more as time went on.
The day turned to night and the nightmare came
then we all crashed against the rocks.

We have moved on,
left the train wreck behind,
but carry burdens needing to find release.
No more words exchanged,
the face of the dreamer has grown less focused.

Should we feel sad for him,
mad at him,
hurt by him,
or nothing at all?

Even the hurt no longer feels like a loss,
but now a sweet essence from 
the way life shouldn’t have gone.

While we, mother and child(ren),
bond together, seek help and rebuild.

What will be our dream beyond the fleeing moment?
There is renewed hope we seek in the new rising son.
There are new friends, help along the way.

We have gone from misery, to pain, healing and now renewed life.
Yet we have times we fear being found and hurt again.

We are survivors, victors!

Our dreamers are gone, we still stand
raising our hands:
    first for help,
    then to thank
    and find our own dreams that are within our reach!