A Flawed Hero Poem

Dorothy

It was all a dream, but she knows it wasn’t

The thought has been haunting her since she woke up
All those years ago
She still wakes screaming and pleading
To be back in Kansas, not in Oz anymore

But there she is safe in her own bed,
Still surrounded by loved ones,
Still under the same blanket tucked tight around her neck

She hates reliving the dream, and yet it won’t end

Continually making the same mistakes,
Walking down the same yellow brick road
For every interested spectator

Many viewers have the nerve to replay, enjoying her torture
While they sit happily at home,
Under their own warm blankets