In my worst nightmares
I remain inconsequential
subservient to overbearing
inept managers
who leave me shaking in their wake
I am alone and frightened
wrinkled beyond recognition
anonymous and insubstantial
television my only window
to a different world
In my best dreams
I live in a cabin in the woods
a safe haven for animals, writers, and me
fully recovered
from the nightmare of childhood abuse
I teach and inspire
ignite passion in women
speak openly of journeys
from darkness to light
I am loved, strong, sensual
no longer a shadow in a world of substance
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