Wish of a Dream

A part of me was dead
I carried it inside.

Poetry flowed from my pain
As blood flowed through my veins.

Words poured out of my pen,
could not be contained.

It came to me in a dream.
Was not what it seemed.

I was caught offguard,
Could not understand,

I knew not what to do,
at a loss for words.

Part of me, alive again,
Risen from the dead.

The void is filled,
The wound is healed.

I wondered,
How am I whole again?

Or is it just a dream,
To wither in Time?