(1.5) The Dreamer, Part 2 Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Yes, those dreams are a velvet snare - fantasies and memories that can envelop you and draw you further and further away from reality - But you cease to care when you think that you've lost everything that made life worth living! It's not easy, but you have to find (Again!) those things that make life worth living... AND save those precious memories from what has gone before, because they'll always be a part of you! Those who you loved are never completely gone, seemingly always just hovering on the edge of sight or just around that corner that never seems more than a step away... I think that we must do what we can to make them proud, so that when we do turn that final corner, they can welcome us with joy!

I think it's OK to dream, but we must also face reality and rejoin our friends and family. Locking the door definitely creates depression and we become lost within ourselves. I've managed to do that and it feels good, almost took those crazy pills, I know they help lots of people but the realization came quickly and I realized I had to unlock that door and come on out. I did just that and put those pills away in my cupboard as a reminder of what not to do in future. I still have my dreams but I also enjoy my wonderful friends and my precious family. Never-the-less an excellent poem. --Melvina--