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Kissed By the Passing Breeze of Awakening
I was lost, thoroughly lost and sat brooding.
Dejected and desperate with no one to share,
Withdrew into the dark caverns of my own shell,
Snapping all connections with the outside world.
Trapped in the piercing claws of despair,
I waited around the bend for the sharp jaws to unhinge.
Did I hear a gentle whisper in my ears,
Like the soft sibilance of dancing waves?
“Arise, Awake, bolster your spirit” Did someone say?
It was like a gentle breeze tousling my hair.
It passed caressing my cheeks and my whole being.
It lifted my spirit above all chaos,
Burnt the blues of every hue outright.
I felt the feathery touch of love,
Granting me the grace to forgive and forget.
A beacon of light was seen in the night sky.
Guiding me and exhorting me to wake up,
Unveiling new paths for me to tread on,
Gifting me with a new sense of worth,
Kindling resilience, unhooking all knots of gloom.
Kissed by the passing breeze of this awakening,
I emerge into a new being, empowered and ready,
To take on life anew, with no chains and no cage.
I feel my wings opening out and the vast sky sprawling above.
Copyright ©
Valsa George
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