Pockets heavy with dreams

in this coat with tears at the seams

Distorted reflections appear beneath Autumn skies

Nothing is as it appears, a delicious disguise

This life, a series of extremes

Wrapped in our own truth, our peculiar themes

not quite knowing how to contain our primal screams

and so we search for friends and allies

laden heavy with dreams

But the foes we slay working in teams ﹘

our furtive hopes usher in a new regime

An escape to reveries with open eyes

a place where we dare to revise

Serenity it seems

is heavy with dreams

Image by Leandro De Carvalho from Pixabay 

Prompts: OctPoWriMo Day 12, #BecomingFragile, #turningthephrase, #FromOneLine