Strength and magic.

I've started dreaming again.
I dream of water that tries to drag me under,
Of a new house where mine once stood,
Of change, overwhelming change in the ground and the sky.
I dream that the people I love are all working through mud,
Wiping it like tears from their eyes.
I get lost in the details and keep forgetting where I'm going
And why it was so important that I go there in the first place.
I always have something pressing to do,
But there's always something in my way.
I wake, surprised to find there's light in my room here
An hour earlier than I did yesterday.
I've started dreaming again,
And writing-
Drawing charcoal shapes on the walls that close me in.
There are doors and windows everywhere that never work
Outlined in black, as if all I need is the magic to make them real.
But it's really only the strength I lack to fling them open wide.