So Very Dark

My coworker Heather wrote this.  I thought it was lovely and totally related to the sentiment.

I used to walk in dreams or madness. ,
Epic. Romantic, dramatic, beautiful and tragic
Fighting battles for the fate of the world…
Or maybe, it was over the dishes.

I would rise each morning to find a richer world
Having tea with the Faerie Court every Friday afternoon
Unseelie, of course, with their words dripping honey and danger
2 lumps, no lemon.

Dishes or dragons,
laundry, or a quest to find the Holy Grail
(it was the Downy Ball,I sang a song to find it)
I preferred the dragons, and the quests

Now  I am awake, and sometimes I wonder if this is better
Wide awake, no more adventures  to guide me through each day
x marks no spot, and I am mapless in a world where Google can see my home.
In this world, wishes are not granted by djinn.

There are compensations, or so I must believe
I am stronger for no longer choosing to step through the door into dreams.
So, like Persephone, I have eaten the bitter fruit
and now i can rise from the earth in truth
a morning star.