Awake

Awake from your sleep, Come out from the deep, Out of the shadow of your chamber, Cast off the cloak of slumber. Yes, we have toiled and brought back nothing, We have laboured and brought home wearied bodies, Yesterday’s gloom doesn’t paint the picture of tomorrow's portrait, We can still find the straight path. How long will we grieve? How long will we wallow in the past? The days go by fast, Dawn's light anticipates passing through the sieve. Arise Oh! Trembling heart, Though you have seen enough to flee, The horses await the cart, Sculpt what you desire to see. Step into the light, Strengthen your receding might, Break out of your cocoon, At the end of the tunnel sits noon. January 8, 2023. 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney.