Chaos of dreams
crash into my mind
like violent waves
trying to drown my worries out,
but each day comes
with me struggling to stay
on solid ground.
My dreams have lit the sky,
but still there are cracks
along the pavement.
And if I were to fall again, 
would I keep falling down?
Instead, I drift
upon each moment spent
in writing,
and I wait
in hopes 
of more doors opening.
And then I too can take flight
into the stars above
and stand beside my dreams
with no more waves
crashing down
upon me.

Under Water
by, Melissa R. Mendelson