My precious dream

Last night I had such a precious dream...
I dreamed of days gone by: never more to be...
When in my life I was pain free...
Before the dreaded silent killer came into my life...
The days when I could walk by the shore for hours at a time...
When I could hike into the woods for miles...
When I could drive in the car for miles without end...
How I wish I could, if only for a few precious moments...
To be, pain free...
This wonderful precious dream of mine...
I carry it with me wherever I go...
For when the pain gets too hard; and I feel I can not bear it anymore...
I quietly close my eyes, and I desperately try to visualize...
My wonderful precious dream...
...reachin' out to be...if only for a moment...
I silently become that person of yesterday...
Before the burning, stinging, piercing, agony of "PN" began...
How I wish that I could stay pain free...
But never do I question.....   why me?

By Debbie Brady
©2004
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