My Father Had A Dream...

My father had a dream

a dream of men

a dream to overcome what

he had seen, heard, felt and done. 

The dream was 

vivid, strong, and true. 

It carried him through his years as a sailor.

It filled him up in ways nothing else ever had.

My father had a dream,

a dream of time, endless days, weeks and years

that would send him letters of devotion, of hope, of love.

My father had a dream 

that was bigger and louder than anything he had ever imagined.

It was proud and happy and aligned

with his beliefs and truths.

My father had a dream 

of blackness, sorrow and sadness, it 

swallowed him whole 

and allowed him to drown

within his 

longing, his growing, his thoughts. 

My father had a dream

that became an unending of dreams

one that men hope to never have, 

but some inevitably do.

My father had a dream

that became my burden to overcome, to grow out of

and understand

in ways 

that not even he could. 

My father had a dream 

that became a cloud

that shadowed all of our lives

in ways that one could never have imagined. 

My father had a dream, 

I hope he awakens one day. 

© Anita Cellucci and Speak Your Truth. Be Soul-full. Be free., 2016.