by Diana Athena

Falling
deeper and deeper
into the softness
of white cotton
cloudy morning
Walking
on my tippy toes
over the hardwood floor
of the living room
Catching
the spring
with the corners
of long lashes
Covering
bright depths
of sapphire eyes
Slipping
into the warmth
of comforting pillows

Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming.

Until I no longer know
What is real?
Am I even here?
My dreams.
They are…
…are still breathing.
Running
Through a stream
Covered under
large palm leaves
Getting
lost
unlost
lost again
Chasing
after the sweet potential
of something bigger
Than me
Than you
Than this World
under the fog of fear
and a constant thirst
for something more
Out.
I need to get out
Falling
deeper and deeper
Into the softness
of a clear night.

There are days when life is too much to handle.

Diana Athena started to develop an interest in writing as a teenager, writing poems and short stories. After moving to New York from Russia at age 19, Diana rediscovered her passion for using the art of words to express herself and started exploring writing in English. After performing one of her poems as her monologue in an acting class, and receiving positive feedback from her acting coach, Diana knew that writing was her calling. Diana is currently working on getting her AA in creative writing at LaGuardia Community College.