DreamsCecilia Knighti’m three months postpartumand i’m dreaming againnot the kind you get when you’re asleepwhat is sleep anyway?the kind you get when you’re awakewhen your eyes are openand you feel alivethe kind of dreams that remind youof your firei say hello to themand they feel like a long lost friendthat you meet up with in an empty parking lotat 5am to watch the sunriseand talk about what life will be likewhen you finally leave this townthey feel like octoberthey feel like the bonfirei can hear the wood crackingi can smell the hay bale im sitting onthe beanie im wearingmakes my forehead itchybut my best friend is sitting next to meand just offered me his jacketso i forget about it for a whilethey feel like im standing in the front rowat my favorite singer’s concertjumping up and downscreaming the words toeverysinglesongthey feel like no one can touch methey feel like my son will never go wantingthey feel like something worth huntingand nothing can stop men o t h i n g

More from Cecilia Knight ↓

1. @ceciliaknightpoems on Instagram
2. Her book, The Burning Pages, is available now.
3. Listen to me read Treasures by Cecilia on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.