In my slumber
I captured dreams
Brightly lit
Forever glowing;
Set them in fragile jars
Watered with teary prayers;
They found roots
Spiraling shoots
Thrived in silence
Reminder of all that can be
If we bestow our hopes
Fertile space in waking hours
Can light up darkest paths

What if

#FromOneLine #prompt 160

A spoonful of dreams
Makes me think of 
All things sweet
Yet I wonder what if
They are sour or bitter
Like memories, nightmares?
Can I stir them into
The cup of my life
Without the fear of rousing
Demons that I had denied
A place at the table
A setting in my mind!

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