Awoken

I know I'm close.I feel it
Now awoken I can see
It coats my tongue I taste it
Almost unbound almost free
I'm slipping off my shackles 
Steps from the finish line
I fight, I push, I run to it
I'm taking back what's mine
For so long I've been buried 
Six feet under, couldn't breathe 
I dug that grave, I shoveled it
My tomb of mediocrity 
I'm clawing my way out of it
These mounds of banal dirt 
Alive again, revived, reborn
A participant on earth
Must keep going don't look back
There's nothing there to see
Just fragments of my poser shell
This skin is real, it's me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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