THE DELICATE KIND (with option to listen to recitation)

What is real and what is imagined? Nightmares that will not end when we open our eyes, the sounds growing louder - mother comes to comfort you and tries to convince you, it is all in your mind.

Then you hear it, the sirens! What could they mean? - she comes in again to reassure you that it just means it's all clear, but take precautions if you decide to go out there...

A child is being born and the pain is real - but "they" are telling you it will be okay, just breathe, relax - A new baby is here! healthy and pink and no comprehension of the dimensions of death...

Was it ever real? or just stories we keep telling ourselves? - (thank you L. O'Donnell - Piratas De Dios)

A creepy little poem - what is real? am I awake? why do they keep telling me it's okay? ignore the pain? the pain is real, isn't it? what are the stories I tell myself?

THE DELICATE KIND

It’s okay - you’re fine - every thing is alright

Just a bad dream in the middle of the night

Turn on the light,

(turn on the light)

Your dream gave you a terrible fright

Rub your eyes and regain your sight

There are no monsters behind the door

There’s nothing slithering across the floor

Try to ignore,

(try to ignore)

No reason to get up and explore

Your nightmares can’t hurt you no more

Put reality back in the drawer

Place the truth back on the shelf

Turn the sound down a little lower

Listen to the stories you tell yourself

It’s all in your imagination dear

You know nothing bad ever happens in here

What did you hear?

(what did you hear?)

The sirens sounding out the ‘all clear’

Now let those visions disappear

I’m sure it’s just something in the air

Cover your mouth if you’re going out there

Only if you dare,

(only if you dare)

At your own risk; buyer beware

Side-effects are extremely rare

Put reality back in the drawer

Place the truth back on the shelf

Turn the sound down a little lower

Listen to the stories you tell yourself

Relax; now take a deep cleansing breath

One hard push and a wide open breadth

Out of the depth,

(out of the depth)

Newborn takes her first mortal breath

Healthy and pink, no illusions of death

It’s alright; you’re just losing your mind

Yours was always the ‘delicate’ kind

Push the rewind,

(push the rewind)

Looking for answers you won’t ever find

A case of the blind - leading the blind

Put reality back in the drawer

Place the truth back on the shelf

Turn the sound down a little lower

Listen to the stories you tell yourself

M TERESA CLAYTON