Awake

Awake

A spark like sweet nectar from the perfect fruit reviving, sustaining, exquisite

My voice found again, ready like it had been sitting on a bench waiting for me show up again and set it free

Like discovering the missing part of my soul calling forth the lyrics of my life and giving me permission to be me

No regrets for there was good in that sleep and two perfect gifts that will forever make me smile

But, like Rip Van Winkle though never fully asleep a part of me did slumber for a while.

The dance goes on to the music of my hope, my joy, my belief in what can be

Hard times can lead to something better than before, but they are still hard.

I walk towards a future, singing to the rhythm of appreciation for the blessings of those who walk with me

I feel awake.

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