not-so-subconscious

when I'm complacently

resting on my laurels,

a dream is interjected

into my not-so-subconscious,

often not too subtly

giving me the awakening

that I needed

Awakened

Awakened by your love,

I flicker like a candle's light

tryin to hold on in the dark.

Yet, you spare me no blows

and keep asking,

"Why do you complain?"