Turn The Page

If ever I had a dream that was a perfect metaphor, this is it.

I was sitting at my desk in my den and a voice said to me, "Turn the page". I immediately knew that I was to open a book in front of me. I opened the book and it was my personal journal. I began reading a poem that I had written a few weeks back. It's a sad and disturbing poem that even I don't quite understand, but each time I read it I find new layers of personal meaning.

The voice said again, "Turn the page".

But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I was afraid of what I would find.

My thoughts told me that I should be terrified of what was written on the next page: Was it "death"? My intuition told me I would see the thing that scared me the most.

I stared at my poem, not reading the words but seeing images of my sadness and feelings of loss. I KNEW that the only possible way I could break this feeling of terror was to shut the book and never open it again.

"Turn the page."

I'm not ready, I thought. This can't be my end. I'm safe here in my ignorance. I don't want to know the horrible truth.

"Turn the page."

The voice was almost menacing. I felt threatened by it. I knew that the voice was more a danger to me than the knowledge of my demise on the next page.

I turned the page slowly, carefully; the fear making me wince in the certainty that I would see my immediate future and be crushed.

The page was blank.
BozoBuckets BozoBuckets
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3 Responses Jan 14, 2013

Wonderfully written! You are a true story teller, my friend! Even if it was a dream, you have a way of telling it with such vivid suspense!

kinda like the second Harry potter

sigh.......... that was a great read. Thank you.