Guys, poetry is a great form of expression. This is a poem wrote a while ago, please feel free to use this thread to share your originals with me too. The only rules are please don't post anything distasteful and if you are posting someone elses work please state so clearly and give credit where it is due. Also please feel free to leave positive feedback and comments :thumbs: THE DREAM One night I drifted off to sleep and then began to dream. But not the kind a mortal has but things that none have seen. And even as I pen this tale a lump invades my throat, Uneasiness pervades my soul to see the words I've wrote. For in my dream before me lay a thing hard to believe. A winding stairway made of stone up to the clouds did weave. And as I gingerly began my steep but steady climb, I shuddered at the thought of what I may or may not find. Step by step, too scared to breathe the treacherous path I trod. Until at last, I reached the clouds and there the path did stop. Before my sight the clouds rolled back and light blinded my eyes. It was as if the sun itself in darkness chose to rise. And as I stood in trembling awe a voice began to speak. It was a deep and gentle voice that filled my heart with peace. "My child," it said "it's not your time, you cannot enter now. But I just wanted you to know that death can't hold you down!" The light grew dim and faded as the clouds closed up once more And I began my journey down the stairway to the floor. But as I walked my heart within no longer cringed with fear, For at the top I knew I had my Father waiting there. Then the stairway disappeared just as I reached the ground. I heard some muffled voices from some figures gathered round. "We lost her for a moment but its fine we've brought her back. The cancer's been removed now we can get her health on track" Years have passed since I was laid upon that table cold And while I lay under the knife I died so I am told. But deep inside I know the truth and treasure what I saw, That death for me is not the end but just an open door!