Cuckoo Clock

Never shall I forget the lyrics to the song in a nightmare I had.

Never shall I forget the fantasy of my family’s death.

Never shall I forget such a painful and horrible nightmare.

Never shall I forget the fear of losing my family.

… And I remember the lyrics. Surprisingly, I remember the lyrics to an unknown song. It is quite short but I believe it says a lot.

I hear it. But I don’t want to.

I hear it. It plays a sad tune in my heart.

I hear it. A dreadful sound that rings in my being. 

I heard the Cuckoo bird tonight

What an awful noise it made

It told me that your time was up

Your contract on this earth has been fulfilled

And who knew. That the joy and the strength you’ve provided me with

Have been an anchor, in this deceitful world

I heard the Cuckoo bird tonight (and I realized) It was for you and not for me

Hear my heart

Please watch over me

And though you’re not right here next to me at this current time

I hope you’re doing well

In God’s arms.


On June 18th 2015, I had the worst nightmare in my life. It involved my family (the sacred beings in my life) and the events that lead them to their end.

The Lord has blessed me with 10 siblings (in reality, I have 9 siblings since one of them–the one in blue holding my nephew, is my cousin.) and I could not imagine my life without anyone one of them. They have each given me at least one good trait to help me live on with life. My favorite trait to have learned was from my younger brother: patience. He is quite annoying at times but in the end, I wish nothing awful for him and I do want the best for him. After all, he is my family.

And the fact that he was gone so soon in an imaginary dimension has scarred me. And to this day, I am afraid. I sometimes wish I could cry it out and be free from these chains of sadness. This burden is so hard to carry because the ones I consider to be sacred were all stolen from me in one breath.

And I’m still scared.

Because this crazy world contains so many crazy posibilities with some crazy inhabitants filled with crazy thoughts and crazy practices.

And the fact that I vividly saw a series of unfortunate events build up in this nightmare made me feel overprotective and afraid. Such terrible events have happened to my loves and if they were to manifest themselves in real life, that would be the end of me.

I remember the moment I woke up, I was crying. I did not think. I only remembered my brain rewinding that sorrowful song in my mind so I picked up my journal and wrote the lyrics down. It was until much later that I started asking myself questions:

Why do I remember the music?

Why did I survive?

Why me?

Is God testing me?

Is this a sign?

Why my family?

My family.

My weaknesses, my poor weaknesses.

February 25, 2017. I found out why. To summarize such a heartbreaking situation, which is currently taking place, my nightmare showed that my extended family hates my family and they are trying to destroy us. Slowly, they are trying to tear us apart hoping that we will all fall and be finished in their hands.

But my God who is greater than I has every thing worked out. He sees my pain and he has my family covered. I am certain.

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4 thoughts on “Cuckoo Clock

  1. Dear Dorlie,

    Wow. Firstly, I would like to thank you for pouring your heart into this piece, it was an absolute privilege to read. The pathos that you were able to exemplify through your writing was heart wrenching and exemplary. Not many people are able to achieve that, so major props to you! As a reader, I was easily able to empathize with your piece, and the fact that you remembered all of the lyrics strengthened the integrity of it. Your style was also very purposeful. Specifically, I really liked where you spoke about this “crazy world” and its “crazy possibilities.” You purposely and effectively formed a run-on sentence to illustrate the fact that your mind was racing—that is a technique I often use in my own personal writing! Overall, your personal anecdotes were your major strength.

    To improve, I would suggest expanding upon the second last paragraph—although I was able to understand the gist of that anecdote, I think you could add more pathos to that section! It would allow readers to connect to the entire piece, and evoke more emotion. Additionally, placing commas before “FANBOYS” will help with GUMPS!

    I greatly appreciate your willingness to share your experiences through your beautiful writing. You are an absolutely amazing writer, Dorlie, and I can’t wait to read your pieces in the future!

    Warmest regards,

    1. Riya,

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read my piece. I am more than grateful to know that such a skilled writer like you was able to find great things within my writing! Thank you so much for your feedback about the GUMPS, I will be mindful for next time!

  2. Dear Dorlie,
    You are so strong. I could never pour this out of my system. I also had a freaky nightmare watching my grandfather get slaughtered in front of me. i could never have written about that in suck detail. The fact that you could remember the song in detail. I really have no words what so ever. I know how important your family is to you so hearing that this nightmare is the scariest thing that has happened to you, I believe it. I hope that nothing happens to your family and that you are also protected. Thank you for sharing this with us.


    1. Manisha,

      Thank you so much for reading my piece! I know that you can always somehow relate to my stories so I am glad that you took the time to read my piece thoroughly. Love you very much girl!

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