Poetry - I Used to See Things on the Ceiling by Mihaela Vasileva

“I Used to See Things on the Ceiling”

I used to see things on the ceiling,

Back when it was summer and full of light.

I used to find my dreams there,

Albeit under the hazy night.

Back when stories used to ignite my bones,

Make me cackle and crack a smile,

Now, there’s none of that left,

It lasted only a while.

I used to see things on the ceiling,

Back when images from the mind were clear.

And I wouldn’t surrender my hopes.

I wouldn’t give in to fear.

Back when nightmares could diminish themselves,

And the world was up on its feet.