My tale is one that is not strange for these parts. Sweaty nights, misery, dark days. If you are wanting to hold my hand right now. Thank you, but everything is ok now. I fought the fight and lost.
My mattress was not listening to me. For ten years prior I slept in a bed that after a long day grabbed me, wrapped me in its arms and rocked me to sleep. That bed remembered me from the very first day that I slept on it. It knew what I needed, every time I turned over it was there waiting for me with the right support, the right pressure. It knew all my secrets. If I didn’t feel that safe I don’t think I would have been as bold as I was in my dreams. I used to remember my dreams.
The time came to let go of that mattress. Looking back now I’m shocked at how carelessly I allowed the movers to just pick you up and drag you out of the house like a criminal to make room for the stranger. Who are you ? Why have you come to torment me ? What have I done to deserve this ? I am a man of peace, why are you so intent to turn me into a monster. Why don’t you care about me ? I’ve given you time but you still refuse to remember me. Thankfully your callous embrace is only temporary. You forget me every morning.
I didn’t forget you though, not ever. Every other waking moment of aching, restlessness was a reminder of the shackles you’ve laced around my body and mind. I don’t remember my dreams because you refuse to carry me on my terms. Carry me like I’ve always been carried, remember me every night and hold me tight but not too tight. Just as tight as the way you did the night before, when you got it right that one time remember ? Do it like that forever and ever.
But you don’t remember. You rise every morning and you sink every night. I can’t fight you anymore. How can I win against these odds ? I’ve fought you soo long that I’m not sure who I’m fighting anymore, I’m not sure of when I’m winning or losing. Maybe I need to learn how to forget like you, maybe you’re winning because you’re losing to me every night, maybe I’m losing because I’m trying to win against me every night.
Ten years ago is a distance memory. I’m not that person anymore and that’s a good thing. I understand that there comes a time when I have to change so that I can dream again, so that I can remember my dreams.
Hi REM,
Nice post (or poetry/prose) … and I’m sure that a lot of people can relate 
Phoenix
Thanks Phoenix.