Labyrinths

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I sleep under clouds
those oppressive moments
return in different shapes
different stories with
the same characters
and labyrinthine traps
I can’t
escape

Each path returns
to the same spot
where cruelty smirks
The alarm rings
-releases me
from the darkness
of my subconscious
-to face the dawn
to place my life
in fertile soil
to blossom
afresh

Poetics – Dream Interpretations

20 thoughts on “Labyrinths”

  2. Your poem resonates with me, Reena, I’ve had similar labyrinth dreams, the ‘different stories with the same characters’ and always returning to the same spot. Maybe that’s why I’m a morning person, relieved to ‘place my life ‘in fertile soil to blossom afresh’.

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  3. Those myths about the hero who rescues something from the underworld, or those who harrow hell performing Labors — the Labyrinth must have been such a dream interpretation, one which must define what is to be achieved when we dream … the harrowed becoming fertile morning soil …

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  4. This is gorgeously encapsulated, Reena. I love the portrayal of inner turmoil, the tension and the blossoming of hope at the end. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️

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  8. This poem is beautifully haunting and deeply resonant. I love how you capture the cyclical nature of struggle and inner turmoil with such vivid imagery—clouds, labyrinths, and smirking cruelty all evoke a sense of entrapment that feels palpable. And yet, the ending lifts the spirit with hope and renewal, turning darkness into fertile soil for growth. The contrast between the oppressive night and the blossoming dawn makes the poem both powerful and profoundly human. Truly moving work.

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