Awakened
Awakened
"Silence fills all the spaces between
the soft flutter of fragile butterfly wings.
There one second and then gone, the faint breeze in a syncopated song.
As twilight gatherers the dark corners close, I hear the haunted lament of tormented ghosts.
Living in this wilderness on my own, the land and sky, mine alone.
For who else could enter, get inside my head?
Unless I allow entry through eyes now dead.
No light shines forth, only milky white dark.
The lament I hear is mine, in part…
So, Cry for your losses! Weep for times past!
Tear your clothes! Cover your head with ash!
Moan and scream to the gathering night.
Don't take this pain without a fight.
Much good it does, no, none at all.
At the edge of my mind, I take the leap and fall….
Into strong waiting arms, I am lifted up…
Sanity returns, filling my once empty cup.
I'm given the key to unlock the door,
And the hope to believe there's so much more!
Never alone, never forsaken, the sun rises on this new life...awakened!"
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