Saviour

Walking so long through these realms of dreams.
People's thoughts of happiness and love swirling in a storm around me.
People's thoughts of pain and anguish burning like a fire below me.
I walk between these plains not able to fit into either.
Jumping between both at the simple utter of a word.
The flicker of an eye.
I can never just be in one.
But I am in one more than the other.
Anguish dashes my heart in two.
Where the stitches of happiness have withered and thinned.
They tear with each passing beat.
Each cry of help.
But through the blood and tears.
I can see a savior.
A breath of air.
Can this be.
A way to fix my bleeding heart.

Copyright Dale Innes Wylde Hughes. ©