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Confused and restless
I wake
From a cloudy dream
Pieced with words and stories
Sweating, twitching
I pierce
Soothing the racing heart
Relieved
Heart in hand
I type
Losing a child
Fear streams
For this child in the dream
Straining the tub of tears
The answers tease
No!
It cannot be!
I, the child?
Lost?
Doubt kills
Oh Rumi
Speak to me
“The entire universe is inside you
You are the universe in ecstatic motion”
I stay in stillness
Tuning in
She was not screaming scotch eggs and cinema nights
She was skating Booker prizes and Sunday Times
Breaking a smile
I promised the child
Not candies but creation
Not popcorn but perseverance
Thank you, Rumi
For lighting the path within.