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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