I walk in a dreamworld...

...when I fall asleep

I am her.

She is me.

My therapist says:
"Dreams are as relevant as you make them be".

I want them to stop

But only because I like them

My dreams
Take me down kaleidoscope paths that weave into madness, blood, sex, horror

I tread through the criss-crossing weeds.
She treads through the criss-crossing weeds.

I am her.

And she is me.

In my dreamworld

In my waking world

I walk upside-down in both,
Simultaneously,
Parallel,
cracked down the middle.

But I always feel

The weeds against

My legs

No matter

Which one

I am

The difference is the shame
I feel against my heart--
Leaning there, a darkened figure in the lamplight of my soul
Seeking rest
wanting in --

... when she is not me.