Awakening
Lost and inappropriate,
my lips spoke trivialities,
my hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully I fumbled through
my hazy days, spoiling opportunities,
urgently hoping they wouldn't pick me.
A wraith within a wraith, I flittered by
commitment like a man without a plan;
I only knew the pleasures of denial,
'til I was pushed into the present by
a crushing ultimatum, compelling me
to find my way alone, now I greet
each morning with a smile!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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