{wake}

am i awake yet?
is there more?

i once thought
"oh THIS. this is life - 
i had been missing it
all this time."

but i can't quite remember
the epiphany of then

as i slosh my way
through the fog
and misty mud, 
this twilight.

is this the darkness they speak of?
or is it something else?

something more akin to sleep, or
a hardening, than
open eyes blinded by
too much light?

letting #31days be a set of writing prompts for my poetic soul - join me?

{resonance}

i am that string
that moves
as yours is touched;
as your waves
move across time
and space,
my soul echoes with
hope
that we may once again
move together
in a quiet duet of our very own.

letting #31days be a set of writing prompts for my poetic soul - join me?