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Awaken
November 9, 2009
From fitful nightmarish sleep
I awaken
My eyes unclose
Upright I sit
A touch to my head
Wet strands of hair glued to my face
Fearful images still ring clear
Bedsheets tossed
Pillows thrown to the floor
All evidence of a bad dream
My eyes slowly turn upward
Light streams in through my window
Beautiful gleam shines on
Fears suddenly dissipate
Now that I see the light
A beam of sunlight
Only millimeters from the crystal
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the light to strike
Light strikes
Colors fly
My room is filled with shine
There's no more to fear
For a new day has come
© Emma C., Gardner, MA
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This article has 5 comments.
Dutch said...
on Dec. 1 2009 at 5:02 pm
I realy like this piece!!!!
I like the imagy through out!!
I like the imagy through out!!
nobody0617 PLATINUM said...
on Nov. 25 2009 at 7:29 pm
Thank you, authoress #2. Though I do wonder why you tend you make stories as macabre as your fairy tales
TinyDancer BRONZE said...
on Nov. 25 2009 at 5:57 pm
sorry, I meant 'their'
TinyDancer BRONZE said...
on Nov. 25 2009 at 5:56 pm
Beautiful job Authoress #1...it's a shame that not everyone can leave the horrors from the corners of there minds to rot alone in the past...rather they lug their dusty fears and grudges everywhere, and as these nightmares rule their lives like cancer and gnaw at them like acid, they lose touch with life, and hope.
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