Dreaming Higher

Steady at rest, the voice leads me

It takes me upwards to a bridge

in hills high above a river

I cross the bridge, going higher

Looking back I see the river

it goes one side to the other

and disappears below the rocks

I go higher still to a peak

There at the top, I look down on

three thousand scary feet below

I say my mantra, all is well

I am now confident and can

handle it now; every day

I rest and come out of it

In every way, I’m getting

better and better

Now awake.

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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