At Least When I Close My Eyes, I Can Smile

At Least When I Close My Eyes, I Can Smile

A Poem by Shayla Sayer

At Least When I Close My Eyes, I Can Smile

I look at the sky and see no stars

And the Moon seems dim tonight.

Tears blur the vision I still have

Blinded by love? Or maybe just hindsight.

I tie my heart to an arrow

And shoot it straight into the sky

Hopefully when it lands

I’ll have figured out the reasons why.

Why do I cling to a world I create?

Why do I dream, knowing I must wake?

I smile, for my dreams overcome reality

Until I’m forced to realize they’re fake.

What I want is never given,

And what I need is hard to find.

Lost inside a world of my own design

I can pretend, although it’s all in my mind.

And I know this,

I do.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t cling

To every dream of you.

I roll over and turn my back to the window

Telling myself the dreams will fade in time

But knowing in my heart of hearts

That I’ll cling to them, for they’re mine.

Mine to love, mine to cherish

And mine to awake from with tears a flow.

Maybe, someday, given time

I’ll just cry while I sleep, and never know.

I turn back, and stare at the Moon

Wishing that once I sleep tonight

I won’t awake, because at least when I dream

… Everything is always alright.

By: Shayla Sayer

© 2012 Shayla Sayer


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Damn... yeah, it got to me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pretty heavy ending.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Living in your own reality day in and day out can make the real world seem harder to conquer. Life is difficult but taking the steps to make it a brighter place can make the journey worth while.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A powerful poem. Great work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dreams are indeed the doors to our true emotions. They hold what we want to believe and what we are missing in our lives. They serve as powerful tools created by us and that we seek comfort from them. Truly inspiring!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Indeed the great escape is our own minds, a powerful engine of emotion.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

Fontana, CA



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i love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..

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A Poem by Shayla Sayer