The Scent Of My Dreams

400
The Scent Of My Dreams

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

0 0 votes
Article Rating
Previous articleA Burnt Life
Next articleShyness
I am an Italian-Israeli literary blogger and poet. I have a PhD in Physics, and I am a former researcher in Astroparticle Physics. I am fluent in 5 languages: Italian, English, French, Spanish and Hebrew. Previously, I had studied Ancient Greek and Latin. Books, literature, poetry, and art are some of my passions.
Subscribe
Notify of
guest
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments