Hurt

Far From Heaven

            I had a dream. A beautiful yet tragic dream.

            I am in heaven. Am I dead? Is this real? All I know is that I should not be here. I should go back to my normal life.

            Then, something, or rather someone showed up in front of me. My 10 years dead mom. Why is she there, just standing? She was just there, so close yet so far.

            All I can think of is if she can even remember me, if everything would stay the way it is 10 years ago and if she will go back with me. Will she still caress my hair lovingly while I’m sleeping? Will she hold my hands like the way she does every time I feel like I’m lost? Will she still help me stand when I feel like I’ve been trampled on?

            I can’t bring the courage to step forward, to touch her, to hug her, and say I love you, I miss you. It feels like time is in between us. I am scared. I am terrified that she will not recognize me due to the time that we are not together. I am afraid but I believe that I can do it.

            When the courage finally get to me, instead to walk, I ran. Slightly tripping when I finally reached her side, not wanting to waste any time, I hugged her tightly, almost.

            I hugged her but I only felt thin air. Instead, I felt something soothing inside my heart. And the feeling of someone caressing my hair, and the feeling of someone tightly holding unto my hand, and a soft whisper “Everything is okay.”

            I opened my eyes. And felt tears rushing down my cheeks. I know I have to move on and be the best, knowing she is there. Watching me far from heaven.