Taken from The Ryerson Press Archive, today's poem is by acclaimed female Canadian poet, Dorothy Livesay.
Reality
Encased in the hard, bright shell of my dreams
How sudden now to wake
And find the night still passing overhead,
The wind still crying in the naked trees,
Myself alone, within a narrow bed.
Dorothy Livesay
Because sometimes this is simply how life feels.
Hope there was some happiness in your Easter.
Jill
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