The need to shed my skin,
tear away the layers
that keep me
standing still
in one place
as the world continues
to roll on by
gnaws away at me
as I stare deep into the fog
outside my bedroom window,
wondering when I will see
my dreams stretch across the sky
like a shooting star
falling down to you,
a shimmering light
in all this gray.
The need to step away
from the pages
of a life continued
on in silence
with shadows
clinging to the walls
follows my gaze
as my thoughts
paint white clouds
across the glass
on the window.
I need
to change,
step outside myself,
and walk away
from where I've been sitting too long,
a porcelain doll
sleeping under dust.

Sleeping Under Dust
by, Melissa R. Mendelson