Every night when I go to sleep

I hear voices with rhythm.

When I am awake, I hear voices of joy and laughter.

Some nights I want to sleep, but I have nightmares that I hurt.

The nightmares don’t want me to do more damage.

When I wake up angry, I mask that fact all day,

til I get home.

There is a tiny little mockingbird in my mind

that tells me to never do something that’s not going to help me.

I don’t drown on failed dreams.

I’m the one who backflips and floats on them

until my dreams are completed.