In The Awakening

It is in the awakening,
that first moment
where hope, sorrow and faith meet.

The dawning of a new day,
where anything can happen
and rebirth is possible;
where hope can be found.

Yet, often comes awareness
that the past is gone;
the rift remains,
and sorrows swell.

Drawing on spirit for strength,
I rise again
to face what is to come,
having faith in the unknown passage.

It is in my dreams,
a place of happily ever after,
but also of nightmares;
where a million variations lie.

The night holds much,
and the void can offer relief;
yet, it can also renew pain
and deepen the sense of loss.

My mind wanders,
a thousand deviations;
outcomes, both desired and unwanted
swirl in a never-ending whirlpool.

The battle rages at times,
fighting back tears;
masking sorrow with smiles,
threatening deep despair.

Facing what is to come
with open heart, armed with faith;
it is here I pray and ready myself,
here, in the awakening.

© Leslie C Dobson

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