Alone, in the midst of a dream I stand –
Ingredients on table, spoon in my hand
Soul-deep in my kitchen, in a frightful mess.
Tearfully fighting off strain and stress -
And spirits of fear hover overhead
As I toss and turn fitfully in my bed.
Locked in that magical world of sleep
Is a cupboard where all my fears I keep.
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Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's poem: 'Song of a Dream'.