I hung that small dream catcher, right above my bed.
"Take away these bad dreams, don't let them in," I said.
My dreams were reoccurring, vivid, and, frightening as can be.
Who knew one could be so afraid of sleep?
Young and innocent, but victim to my thoughts within.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, staining my sweet- now salty skin.
I couldn't possibly understand,
how dad could just leave me with that man.
This thing was evil, and wouldn't let go.
None of this was real, but how could I possibly know!
Dad walked away, happy as can be.
He'd found a new girl, but what about me?
That dream catcher, useless, couldn't help me.
I had those dreams for reasons only ten years later I can see.
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Hello! My name is Ruby and I'm 16 years old. This poem, "Dream Catcher, " is about a repetitive dream I used to have when I was younger. My parents split up when I was only two and my step-mom was introduced shortly thereafter. To make a long story short, I ended up living with my grandmother. My young mind couldn't comprehend the situation. The "man" in my dream was a dark figure that represented fear and abandonment. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed my poem.