SOMETIMES WE DREAM

SOMETIMES WE DREAM

From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul IV

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 eyes hidden beneath a

Dark, dark hood.

Her soul is in cigarette butts, and old needles,

Thrown away.

Sometimes she literally sells herself short.

When her fingers reach, she grasps only at broken edges.

She cries out, but no one hears.

Someone will interrupt a nightmare.

Someone will help Marcia fight 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 Caitlyn

Her eyes are fatigued from the fight.

“It’s hard to be liked,” she says, “when you have those things others want.”

Her riches have the power to

Destruct, deceive, 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 Caitlyn combat envy.

Sometimes I dream of Juan

With eyes black, beaten, and bruised.

No one notices when that single, solitary tear trickles down his cheek.

He sits in the deepest shadow of the darkest corner,

Dreading the afternoon bell.

He blames himself, though

It’s hardly his fault.

He cries out, but no one hears.

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.

Olivia Heaney

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