Jaded Dreams

Lying in the grey of dawn she listens
to the chirping music drifting in through
window cracked against the heat.
Another day begins.
Drifting on a sea of make believe,
she tries to hold the waking day
away for just another stolen moment,
but there is no choice.
Softly she vacates the warmth and comfort
of her snug cocoon, reluctantly to start the
routine that will, on completion, have
her ready and prepared against the harsh
reality that is her life.
She dreams.
Asleep and in her waking
of a life that can not be.
She fears.
That soon her strength of will
may ebb and she must
fade away.
And on that dawn the birds will
rise and sing their chorus out
in joy and gladness but she
will no longer hear.