How wonderful to wake
from a nightmare
to find that
what was so fearful
was only an illusion.
In my dream
I made up a story to hide
how we had helped a friend
take his own life.
I wished, afterward,
that I had not been involved
in the episode.
I came to realize
that making up a story
is much more difficult
than telling the truth.
And then I started becoming
fuzzy about what was my role
in this escapade.
The individual who was
ultimately responsible for
the matter was not
punished.
Still, upon waking,
I was relieved
that it just a dream.
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