Monthly Archives: July 2014

Awakening

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The pain comes in waves,

 Pressure builds in my chest,

And with it the urge,

 to birth a poem forth,

an animalistic necessity,

turbulent ambivalence,

in the presence,

 of a foreboding awakening.

 

A splash of promise,

a dash of grief,

a spreading of wings:

 

 I’m flying….

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