Must I?

Must I awaken, from my sleep?

Where in my dreams, my life lives on,

amongst the thunder and the beams of the most glorious light?

Must I awaken from the place where bullets fly but do not puncture my skin?

My flesh does not bleed. I feel the fear, I run, I hide. But deeper still I know that I am safe. I sleep.

Must I awaken, for here awake, my flesh will tear, my heart will break, the stones you throw will bruise.

In my sleep, the battles flow and ebb away but I am safe. For these arrows are not made of flint and wood but of imagery and notion. 

In my dreams, I hide and burrow, nestle in until tomorrow's sun does rise. It's light breaks forth and as it touches my eyes I stir. I hear my heart's cry, 'Must I awaken?'

Rebekah knight 2013