I’m Awake
We went, wanting a word of wonder
“Speak to me gracious counselor”
the words of my breath blown away by the breeze
that bit my skin and made my blood freeze
this breeze came from the face of Fear
who has faithfully followed me
through every moment
He effortlessly eased his echoing voice
into my vulnerable mind
“He has not spoken
He will not speak”
Bouncing back and forth
between the sides of my skull
When a call coming from the closed caverns
of my chest climbed up my throat
and jumped off my tongue
“Give him a chance
He will...
