sometimes we dream
sometimes I dream of lesley
sitting painfully
corruption concealed behind eyes of happiness and silk
her plastic smile hides the affliction of the heart.
deep inside there is a vengeance that seeps into her veins.
she cries out but no one hears
someone will interrupt a nightmare
someone will help Lesley stand against vanity.
sometimes I dream of marcia
her vibrant hidden beneath a dark, dark hood
her soul is cigarette butts and old needles
thrown away
someone will interrupt a nightmare
someone will help marcia stand against addiction
sometimes I dream of jonathan
his eyes run without destination
away from his culture away from himself
a glass shell forms around his heart, filling it with shame
as scissors snip his long dark hair, shards of soul fall at his feet.
colorless pieces
he cries out but no one hears
someone will interrupt a nightmare
someone will help jonathan kill prejudice.
sometimes I dream of Caitlin
her eyes are fatigued from the fight
"its hard to be liked, she says, "when you have those that others want."
her riches have the power to destruct deceive and demolish.
the power to make others covet
rather than celebrate.
she cries out but no one hears
someone will interrupt a nightmare
someone will help Caitlin combat envy
sometimes I dream of juan
with black eyes beaten and bruised
no one notices when that single solitary tear trickles down his cheek.
he sits in the deepest shadow the the darkest corner, dreading the afternoon bell
he blames himself though it is hardly his fault.
someone will interrupt a nightmare
someone will help juan brave domestic violence.
sometimes I dream of kimberly
her eyes downcast
she tries to make friends but to hope anymore is to be let down.
she walks through the halls trying to pass by unnoticed.
she cannot help her clothes, her weight, her trembling chin.
she runs from the comments that shatter her dreams and build a wall around her heart.
she cries out but no one hears
someone will interrupt a nightmare
someone will help kimberly battle bullying.
as social issues start to shout,
have no fear of standing out
there is a difference to be made,
in harmony, nightmares will surely fade.
I can interrupt a nightmare
I can help society conquer all...
maybe the someone is me.
by olivia heaney, shared by mary smith
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