Arise
I will walk into a stream of embarrassment.
In hopes that I will be surprised with flashes of cherishment.
In this world, there is not so much doom…
As there are windows that reflect my lonely room.
I will no longer hide behind my gate.
Instead- I will live until I am shattered like a cup or a plate.
And as a cup or a plate I choose to be filled.
Awake, I am lively, and at night, I am stilled.
And when I rise from my patient sleep-
I shall be grateful for the light- this passion I shall reap!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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