Alone, in the midst of a dream I stand –

Ingredients on table, spoon in my hand

     Soul-deep in my kitchen, in a frightful mess.

     Tearfully fighting off strain and stress.


And spirits of fear hover overhead

As I toss and turn fitfully in my bed.

     Locked In that magical world of sleep

     Is a cupboard where all my fears I keep.

Alone in my kitchen

Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's poem “Song of a Dream”  This is my “shadow” poem.

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By Josie Whitehead


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