Dreaming Between the Rocks and the Water

When I’m upset,

I like to come out here,

This place I would like to weave,

Where I can sit on the rocks

With my feet in the water,

With the sun dancing across the ripples,

Where my heart can be the shore,

Waves coming and washing away

The trodden paths and grooves;

Wash away the people

Who hardly know

Who they’re talking about

But still can’t even pretend

To be nice

As they refuse to even consider

Thinking before they drag their opinions,

Heavy,

Through someone else’s hope;

Wash away the feeling

Of not being good enough,

Because I know I am,

Just sometimes struggle

To believe it,

But I also want that doubt

To be woven into my blanket,

So I can wrap it around my heart;

I want to weave the bad things

So I can also have the good,

And I want the feeling 

Of healing,

Feet in crystal water

Atop rocks layered with stories,

And bubbles with perfect little worlds

Beneath their glittering domes;

I want the shore of my heart,

Before and after and in between

This magical place,

And perhaps one of the wishing wells

Pooled between the rocks

Will be kind enough

To lend me its dreams.