Dreaming and Subterfuge

Hand me a dream that I can hold onto.

One that won’t invariably

Slip through my fingers.

One that I don’t have to

Dig my nails into.

One that does not deceive,

Connive,

Or damage.

Hand me a dream

That I don’t have to hide from,

That I can be myself with.

A dream that can’t be destroyed.

Something tactile,

And also intangible,

Completely my own.

With this dream,

Let there come hope.

 —Kayla Hughes