Dream Away Yehoshua, Dream Away…


Dreams are the best place I can be...
when I dream, I escape my cruel reality,
the awful reality, the reality where I am tortured, and forced to work...
in my world where I am alone no mama no papa no Moshe or Edit - I am surrounded by four walls - with no escape...
When I dream, I dream of a reality where family and friends do not disappear,
a reality where I am still living in Berlin, where I can go to school, where there is comfort...
but alas, that will not be my reality-no matter how much I yearn for it to be...
my reality will never be the same again; when I wake I will not be surrounded by friends and family -
but by bitter cold and my solitary or perhaps, I won’t wake...
Perhaps my dreams are where I am meant to be, where I am safe and where I am free, where can express myself and be who I truly am - where I am treated decently.
At night I cry myself to sleep - wondering why,
what did I do?
There is no one who was German or French...
just Jews, is that really enough to be treated the way I am?
Am I at fault for being Jewish?
At night I hear mother calling my name, “Yehoshua”, “Yehoshua”, in her candy like voice... I call out for her but to no avail - she will not appear not today, not tomorrow, not next week, or next month... that is my realization.
Mother always said the promised land is Heaven - but, I realize that she is wrong - the promised land is not Heaven - but dreams… the one place where I can escape reality...

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