Tough to Forget

It's like the helpless feeling that comes some mornings
when your fist won't close after a long night's sleep.
When your fingers are stiff, and your eyes are too warm.
The chest seizes with a sudden frustration;
why? you wonder, to yourself, what is this?
An inability to act, a hindrance to self.
But when the memory of dreams drifts away,
some parts that linger, well, they vanish too
and the toughness of the skin washes out.
You can move now.
That particular dream, you choose to forget.