I Almost Tossed It Out

I had a dream that felt so real, Even awake, it felt surreal. Sitting in my comfy chair, Goosebumps rose as I sat there. Reality hit—I caught my breath— I almost tossed it out, a part of me to sudden death. Tossed aside, cast away, Taking life in stride, but losing my way. Hurt, angry, feeling empty, Overlooking life’s gifts—of which there are plenty. Just so tired of the injustice, Of tyranny, of turning away, and caustic Jokes, Hoax Created by man in flesh and bone, The high and mighty, perched on their throne. Throwing the baby out with the bathwater, Trying to survive each day, balancing on a teeter-totter. Magma mater pinned to your lapel, Casting all sins aside like a spell. Reality sets in, and my eyes are wide open— The tragedy of what could have been, So grim. The thing that I almost tossed out— My soul, I shout!