The Scent Of My Dreams
The scent of my dreams is like a Chopin nocturne
The sumptuous and opulent scent of tuberose and jasmine surround me
Impregnating my body and my hair
And I dream of being away in a place where I can feel protected
Forgetting everything and everyone
All the old and abusive memories would disappear
Finally, I would be free from intrusive thoughts and flashbacks
Sometimes I thought that I deserved every kind of anguish
Just because I would feel at peace with myself and with my oppressors
I never needed their love and attention as I thought
Nevertheless, they needed me.
Esther Racah
