Am I different Am I crazy The woman at the end of the bed looking at me but for a moment She disappears like a fog moving slowly across the field Why does she visit me? Who is she? I don’t dream about her. I wake up knowing someone is watching. What does she need from me? Or What do I need from her? Visits come infrequently like a shy child interested but scared. Do you change like a butterfly or are their others? Like The bull that hovers above our bed. What does it need? What is it searching for? How can I help? Am I a part of this world or another? Am I special? Are there others like me? Will you give me a sign? Don’t be afraid. Show me why you appear. Step out from the shadows. Let me lead you into the light. Be free. -Keith G @KeithGolembiew1 Follow @KeithGolembiew1
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