The Dream Journal
I bought you wanting inspiration, yearning for a place
To write my ideas that I thought would be my future novel.
Once a dreamer, now a realist, wondering if your “dream” quotes
Have been lying to me this whole time.
“Leap Fearlessly”: When I did last year, I fell on my face.
“Love with abandon.” What if he doesn’t love you back? Then what?
“Surrender your fear.” Fear can be inhibiting. But fear can also keep you in check. For now, I am content to hide in my turtle shell of shyness until I am once again ready to poke my head out and take more risks.
“What is calling you?” What if I don’t want to answer? And what if it’s more than one thing? What if it will leave me broke? Some calls should be screened.
“Hold onto your hope.” Yes, I believe in hope. But when do you let go, when something isn’t meant to be? Hope can be a dangerous thing. But sometimes, even false hope is better than no hope at all.
“Teach Kindness.” I believe in kindness. But what if the response to kindness is a slap? There’s only so many times you can turn the other cheek without it spewing blood, or wrecking my jaw that took braces and thousands of dollars to fix so I would look “normal.” Eventually, I have to hit back, instead of once again turning.
“Feel the possibilities.” What if I’m afraid that mine are becoming more limited?
Begin today. “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Maybe hope and dreams should begin again too. The woman on the face of the journal looks so kind. There’s something in her eyes, something gentle, something I wish I still had. I wonder if I will get it back.
The Not Feeling Loved Story of Tiger the White Cat
You left me.
You said you were just on vacation,
But in my world, your three days feels like three months.
I was alone, with nothing but a dirty bowl of water
And too much food, which I ate too quickly, which is why
I threw up on our carpet. You whine about cleaning it up,
But it’s your own damn fault for leaving me alone with too much food
And not enough love.
You hurt my feelings, so I threw up.
I am the great Tiger, your cat white as a fluffy cloud.
I should be your number one priority.
I am sad you declawed me, but I guess it was for your own good.
If I still had my claws, you would have experienced them
When you got home from your so-called vacation.
You came home smelling like a dirty dog, so I think you cheated on me,
At least in your heart.
You’re lucky I couldn’t figure out how to escape out of the window.
If I could have figured it out, then I would have cheated on you.
Even though I am neutered, I can still mark on another human
And make her mine. So don’t get on your high horse, lady.
I love you, but it’s partly just because you feed me.
You’d better give me treats and some extra rubs
This week. Otherwise, I will run out that front door,
As soon as you are not looking. Or I’ll jump off the back patio.
I do have nine lives, after all. And your fluffy TJ will be gone,
Or maybe he’ll just come back a dirty white mess.
Either way, you will suffer. I am the king of the house,
And I will once again reign.