Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

Quiet and shy, I sit in my corner,
Feeling uncomfortable and always out of place.
Can never find just the words to say the things I mean.
Yet inside I am not silent. I am not what I seem.

In my dreams, in my dreams,
I’m never at a loss for words.
In my dreams, in my dreams,
I can always make my voice be heard.
But when waking up, I find the dream has passed.
The time when I am not afraid just never seems to last.

More often mistaken for one with naught to say
Than for one whose shyness gets in her way.
Sometimes I am even thought to purposefully ignore
Those who would otherwise be my friends
And so it shuts the door.

But in my dreams, in my dreams,
I’m never at a loss for words.
In my dreams, in my dreams,
I can always make my voice be heard.
But when waking up, I find the dream has passed.
The time when I am not afraid just never seems to last.

Yet I still believe that someday the dream will come true.
Until that moment though, it’s hard to talk to you.
While my tongue is handicapped, my songs must be my voice.
Please don’t take offense at this. I have no other choice.

Yes, when this dream comes true,
I’ll never be at a loss for words.
When this dream is reality,
I will always make my voice be heard.
And I won’t wake up to find the dream has passed.
The time when I am not afraid will have come at last.

In my dreams, in my dreams.
When this dream comes true, in my dream,
I’ll speak.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak