Dawning Creations

Pay me little mind.
I am not real,
at least not while you’re awake.
I’m just an allusion
you once thought up,
when in a state of dizzy daydreaming.

I am the enigma who heals your wounds
while you are sleeping.
You passively submit them to me,
and I roll them like a scroll,
pressing them into a bottle.
They’re off before you’re aware,
sailing in waves far away.

I take away all you don’t wish to know,
or ever regretted doing.
All that hurts you, hurts me, so I obliterate it.
I cast it all away,
all while you are sleeping.

Your sweet subconscious is delicately
tucked in my glove.
I allow you to feel “safe” and “normalized.”
The faces you encounter throughout the day
may remain as they appear to you,
typical- not holographic or ghastly.

While you are sleeping,
only you and I are here.
Healing.

The Phantom sketch as done by MATTHEW HETRO