Please

be gentle with me, Dreams
there is still this part–
fragile, unfinished
the frayed end
of a severed cord
swinging in my soul

perhaps it always will

I was a little girl, then
and I’ve since forgotten
just what it was I needed,
can’t remember
no matter how I try
what the cord went to
in the first place.

be gentle with me, Dreams
when you lift me up above the past
and every memory mine or borrowed
soaring high, so far to fall and
I have fallen
from great heights
once or twice . . .

please be gentle.