As a child, my dreams were of shadows

Of heartbeats walked between

And of touching worlds unseen

I brought a gentle smile to those I met

As the keeper of endings

Understanding the weight of a final breath

But dreams are fantasies

With understanding beyond years lived

Stories stitched with slumbering bravado

Life eclipsed me slowly

And childhood dreams followed me

Now, I am a story moving through lives

Closing chapters with a gesture

Guiding to a forever epilogue

I am not power

Or fear

I simply am

A fantasy that refused to remain a dream

Here's my poem for the Poetry Versification 2026 contest, day 4. The prompt was 'You lived a fantasy in your dreams as a child, only to wake up living the fantasy as an adult.'