Maladaptive Dreaming

• Aliaha Dohnt, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

My ma is not the best with directions,
I only hope that I do not inherit such an imperfection
But I’m afraid the ability to divert from the path
Was blessed to my mind, a wanderer of the arts.
The lecturer, my notes – “Oh! A dot on the wall!”
Become strayed with blissful nature and whimsical fun again
As if you hadn’t left at all.
Youngsters would understand, as each our dreams never end.
Many-a-dreamer would fly into the sky, alas
I live among the clouds, the winds coming at me at about a million miles per hour.
The only requirement for my imagination to go wild,
Is to finish what I started, or anxiousness shall rise.
As you see I am a dreamer of the highest order,
My head is the source of which law is redundant, and opportunity is endless
But it is also my cage, a colossus whose claws are difficult to outrun
Like a lucid dream, but in a way, you have not heard of or seen before.