A poem and a picture…


Awaken


Sometimes,

when I think everything is going along as planned,

it’s not.


Sometimes,

when I feel I’m becoming more self-aware,

I’m not.


It’s self-righteousness.


Sometimes,

I forget to feel.

To really feel.

To look around.

To look at what’s right in front of me.


Sometimes,

when things are going smoothly

there is roughness ahead.


Sometimes,

things are a test.

A test of morals.

A test of character.

A test of faith.


Sometimes; sometimes,

sometimes…


I’m really asleep.


But it is love.

Passion.

Compassion.


These things awaken me;

make me alive.


Sometimes,

it comes unexpectedly 

and in unlikely ways.


And yet sometimes,

it scares me,

makes me uncomfortable.


But this is good.


It gives me hope.

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