I had a dream last night my mom was sober
Her face wasn’t sunken and sullen
There was authenticity in her smile
She sat next to me running her hands through my hair
Her was home.
It was safety and reassurance
I could lay forever into eternity in this moment
“Mom”
“Yes Love”
True endearment I felt it
“I love you.”
Then I woke up
I remembered it was just a dream

I could hear yelling outside the door
Sometimes we can’t shake the nightmare from our reality
We hide in our room hoping it would go away
We get lost in our thoughts and dreams
Escaping to far off lands in our heads
Writing stories of the could be’s and hope to be’s
Stories we prayed would become our reality

Sometimes we would run and run
Believing we could run and leave everything behind
That somewhere out there was a new beginning
A fresh start
A place where things were perfect
A place out of our stories
Then reality sets in
It’s a cold world out there
Like magnets to the problem we’re sucked back to that place
That place we call home
If only home was warm,
I’d gladly go

Sometimes our homes aren’t comforting or safe
Sometimes they’re cold and desolate
But somewhere out there, there’s many of us
Many of us who hate to be home and wish they could run forever
But remember, we are not alone
And one day we will create that perfect place for us
But for now we must be fighters
Stand up for ourselves
Pursue our dreams
Because those dreams are real
You just can’t let go of them
They’re all we have
And one day they will be our Reality