Poem: “Wake Up”

As the sun rises

so does my hope

(you’ll make it)

the warmth of the rays

the gentle touch of aspiration

peace at heart

(you’ll make it)

 

Surrounded by knee-high grass

the path uncorrupted as a newborn

but even with the dawn light, I can only see where my footfalls

surrounded by worn and true walkways

and I could walk them with comfort

(in chains)

but I have to go down this shadowed way; my way

(a voice says)

 

Careful steps or a wild sprint?

See the discovered or find the new?

Cower or stand up tall?

You live my life or I live it for myself?

 

As the sun sets

doubt rises

(hope sleeps)

the cold touch of the evening air

the harsh reminders of possible failures

no peace of mind

 

“Wake up”

“Get up”

“Fuck that”

“It’s going to be alright”

“You’re going to be fine”

You have to remind your slumbering hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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