Dreams are like Magic

She lived in a prison.

It was of her own making.

Her mind.

Sadness filled her on days when she peered into the mirror

and what she saw was an old woman.

Baggy nondescript clothing covered her body.

She sometimes remembered her younger days.

Days when she was free and beautiful and laughing.

They seemed so so long ago.

The years fly by, as they do.

At times it seemed the beautiful memories were fading.

Once in a while the thoughts of laughing

pierced the old woman’s soul.

The more they faded, the more she began to dream of them.

She allowed her mind to occasionally wonder.

Could she ever laugh like that again?

Dreams are like magic it seems.

The old woman began to allow her mind and eyes to open.

Her thoughts began to center

constantly on laughter.

She even once thought she heard the sound

coming from herself.

One day she dared to look into a mirror again.

The truth was shocking.

The beautiful young woman looking back at me was glowing.

Radiating light and laughter and love for myself.

Whenever you are ready, start dreaming.