Reawaken

The breath of dawn

breathes crisp

before the first sigh

of light

stirs the sunshine

suffocating the night

left with no choice

but to succumb

awakened in a fight.

 

Through the waking trees

blows a breeze

trailing behind

a vibrant voice

full of life

welcomed by a wish

that’s soon to follow

to fill the space

where heartbreak

long ago left hollow.

 

It was a whisper

with which he was branded

that still haunts him

with reckless abandon

though it builds him

at length

with more and more

strength

caressed by a heart

so soft and subtle

so saturating and sweet

pulling him from the rubble

where his ends

well they should

finally mean to meet.

BeLove © 2018


My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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