The AwakeningA Poem by Cobblestone TravelerDenying love because of the associated connotation is like a self-induced coma.Rising out of a rigid slumber My vision swimming, my ears ringing I think I hear a distant voice All energy is depleted Gently tracing the tubes on my neck Connected to dormant coils underneath Drained of all power by this drug I once thought I had needed I signed up for this numbing procedure Designed to secure, to protect me If I restricted my soul to a comatose state I could never fall for you again But what if I was meant to love you There are so many shades and varied degrees What if I've denied a prism of beauty To only keep out the scarlet red Ripping the cord from the back of my neck It will inhibit me no longer The hindered thoughts now allowed to trickle Into a raving, rushing stream Is it wrong to permit the warm excitement To course through these icy veins Am I wrong to enjoy the tingling showers Let them rain all over me The high shrill is slowly fading The voice has become sweetly familiar My heart swells; I give a joyful cry I don't even attempt to refrain No longer ashamed of my human nature All this time I thought it was wrong to feel I was only repressing my organic reality I can be content in the rain © 2016 Cobblestone TravelerAuthor's Note
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