on the luxury of a morning sigh.

I had a dream

a nightmare, really

it was about injustice done unto me

I woke up feeling, physically feeling the waterfalls

of tears falling down my cheeks, my spine

was tense and my body sore

what was so tiring was my unbelief

I could not believe someone was against me

for no reason. I couldn’t believe there was

no way for me to change it, or do something

besides crying with my eyes and my lips

I woke up into a world where I could sigh with relief

because, for me, it was only a dream —

an embodied empathy in the dark night —

a sleep that shakes you with a realization

— that sigh is not available to all.