Waking Up

By Verity Valentine

Mon, 02 Feb 2015
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Just a fragment of light

Posing through textile

Inviting me to embrace

Another demeaning day

 

The rumble of engines

Against beige bed sheets

Politely inquisite me

To go to the corner shop

 

Engulfed in culture

Sentiment unfailing

Evolution I had missed

Fervent kiss

 

From slumber to kitchen

Moreover with pride

I buried my sins

With it my lies

 

Reclusive and frightened

Although I have been enlightened

Spirit guides me with grace

I required conversation with a familiar face

 

I return to solitude

After my time travels

I am safe and humble

Next summer I won't stumble

 

Life is where dreams are made

I won't forget the person I was

Or disregard the woman I will become

Until I repent this horror, I am done

Certificate 15
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

There is something heavy with sleep and regret here, someone waking to begin again, slowly and without strength, but with hopw.  It didn't all make sense to me but I feel it.

Submitted by Verity Valentine on

Yeah you're about right there, in fact, possibly hit the nail on the head!

It's about feeling, I hope that comes across in my writing, so it's having the desired effect 

Thanks for the feedback

V. Valentine ©