Perchance To Dream Poem by Phil Soar

Were you the last to see the label peeling?
Am I the last to fail to see it slip?
Was I crumbling underneath the weight of optimism?
Or did I miss the pessimistic dip?

If I knew my purpose, would I still be standing?
Instead, I fell, and lost my pedestal
And when I tried to climb on board the rescue ship
My balance couldn’t cope with it at all

I float away on Icebergs made from doubt and guilt
And on the way they melt, turn upside down
And all that hid beneath the waves of empathy
Have tugged at me and almost made me drown.

I know that others care for how I treat myself
And if they could, they’d send a rescue team
But I’m alone inside my head and floating
Perchance to hope, perchance to live and dream