This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
Every night, as I snuggled up in my sheets,
Closing my eyes
My heart drifted to a place
That felt warm and familiar
It felt cold then, uneasy
As if the ground was escaping me,
Lacking my feet of a place
To feel any grounding
My dream world was filled with Anxiety
and unknowing of where
These ungrounded feet would take me
Losing myself to the sound of bells,
Waking up scared
That my heart wouldn’t have a place to go
But these feet always knew where to go
It was always 5:45 in my dreams
The golden hour bringing new beginnings
Each chime bringing these feet closer to the sun
To my sisters, The daisies,
To the name we love, myself
These bells always had a place for me Ringing my heart home