Last night I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I longed for the past. Thought reaching for my throat- reminding me of everything that left me. Threatening to take more. My tears filled the sea and I floated past each memories and reached for it to save me. I saw a shadow and swam through my father’s eyes. He said that there’s beauty in the sadness- that I need to remember the peace and find it again. Hold onto it until my knuckles turn white like the light that woke me up. Sunday morning and I’m okay again. -AMT ©️