I am Dreaming

Standing on a path,
A tree.
Gnarled roots, like bars
Blocking my way.
Black vines reach out,
Like snakes
Slithering around me,
They surround me.
I close my eyes in despair.
I can feel the blackness,
A murky fog
Thick in the air,
Makes it hard to breathe.

I am dreaming.
I am awake.
I do nothing to escape.

K.A.Stryer © May 25, 2001