Posted in Poetry

relief.


The slow waken

awaiting…

the sparrow’s chirp, Arrives!

a glint of sunlight
contemplates you
through curtains, closed
once star’s faint light

now

the realizing
you made it through
the dark night…
your quaken soul, survives.

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