My hopes form a circle of light
around the darkness of my nightmares.
Here, all shadows are friends
and dreams are winged creatures capable
of breathing the fire of all creation.
Here, we thrive as mythical legends
able to fight off demons threatening
to destroy all we wish to uphold.
Here, we bask in an untamed reality
where truth becomes a weapon forged
and exploration of the unknown
provides the magic needed as fuel.
Day Thirteen of National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo.
~ Nikki Anne Schmutz