Poem -

To Wake Up

                                                To Wake Up

                                                To walk as any other day

                                                Browse among the berry canes

                                                Sift my fingers through the soil

                                                Walk bare footed on soft, cool grass

                                                'hale the lilacs and cherry blossoms

                                                Admiring only pain and torment

                                                There is no beauty within me

                                                Clouds so dark and threatening

                                                Turbulence, upheaval, strife

                                                The agony of living, desire for dying

                                                I smell the lilacs, that's nice,

                                                I state but cannot feel

                                                The beauty all around me.

                                                I dream of a time, even an instant

                                                When I can walk, yes as any other day

                                                But unfettered, unleashed from pain

                                                From memories constantly relived

                                                Severed from source and allowed to grow

                                                To inhale fragrances, discern flavours

                                                To be the embodiment of beauty.

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Poem -

To Wake Up

To walk as any other day

browse among the berry canes

sift my fingers through the soil...

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