Eagerly awakening

By Itane Vero

Sat, 12 Oct 2019
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As it always seems to be. Reality constantly

bites my dreams into pieces, she grinds them

like paper pulp. Because my ideas are not

steadfast enough, not solid? Maybe I admit

reality too easily into my world of dreams?

 

So that it seems that everything is an illusion,

a bare existence of despair and high hopes

(like a pole vaulter gaining speed every time,

bending the pole, failing a few centimetres).

 

Should I stop craving, reaching out, yearning?

Should I considering living like a worn out

bar stool, a dead mosquito, a banished king?

 

If I nevertheless continue to believe in a new

beginning. Let it be like the awakening of

the bear in her grimy cave in spring. How she

feels sunlight burning on her sparse fur, tired

but revived. How she hears the fresh salmon

splashing and dancing in mountain streams.

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Comments

Submitted by Tom Brown on

This is exactly like I also feel in the morning Itane. Hate it too, getup and go!! GoGo! For me staying awake comes a lot more naturally. And as late as you please. Share your wishes too it's very deep all this one must sleep over it.

Blaise Pascal the great French intellect said, I prefer to stay in bed untill 11am, and he always did.

All the best! Tom Brown