A Weird Dream

I found this writing on an old disc of mine. I remember writing it a long time ago late at night after having a weird dream. Even though most dreams are weird, this dream occurred not too long after my injury when I was looking for ways to accept my change of lifestyle. If you don't understand it, that's ok because now that I'm in a different stage in my life, I read it and it confuses me. Anyway, I figured I'd post it on here for the hell of it.

i awoke one morning and there was nothing around,
i heard nothing, saw, felt, and smelled nothing.
emptiness was never so overwhelming,
empitness was never so powerful.
it scared me, i had nothing.
i closed my eyes.

what happened to me and why it be so
where am i, the dean i used to know
was it the world that disappeared
or was it just my time was done
what in hell did i become
i was so empty inside

i opened my eyes although i was scared
it was dark, empty, and so very cold
what did i do to have this done
i forced my eyes to stay open
until something, anything happened
and then a box appeared.

rising from below with a firey glow
the box lay before me. a gift.
it appeared to have read my mind
as i wondered what was inside
it opened up and light filled the room
i was blinded, and closed my eyes

as i opened my eyes, i saw a haze
pieces of something some kind of debris
i then noticed what these pieces were,
these pieces were what used to be me.
with a handful against my heart i fall to the floor
i felt the shatter, now i've seen, i cant take no more.

i scream within myself and feel pain like never before
i smash my head and push my soul hard against the floor
i dump the handful i had and scramble for more
i need to find the dean i was or what i couldve been before.
i made a pile and layed over it until i cry myself to sleep,
this time a hand appears to help me sow what had been reaped.

i awoke with dry eyes and began looking at the peices
some had edges, some did not, i separated them.
i realized by doing this, i was given a puzzle
7,842 pieces were sorted into two piles
each piece represented a day i was alive
the needed to be complete before i could move on.

i struggled to match the pieces and find those to fit
but slowly i began to construct what once was me.
i closed my eyes and for once i could feel my breath
i breathed deep and rested my hands on the floor
the air i breathed out gave life to the pieces
each piece began to move into place, me

i opened my eyes slowly to see my life complete
yet i was still dreaming!

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