A word I hadn’t known
And all past scribbling
Encircling these four letters
I’d been living, breathing
But comatose within
Till one day, I literally woke
Tracing my scripted past
In awe at where the pieces fit
Lamenting on pleasing onlookers
Time wasted, invested in fear
Till the day I simply woke
It’s that one poem you write
And at its end, the shackles come lose
You hear them drop to the ground
It’s the final gasp and then relief from a nightmare
It’s a calm after panic, that was seemingly unending
It’s pulling yourself out of a long trance
Conquering paralysis in sleep, for some.
Have you ever heard the silence in silence?
Somehow discerned infinity?
Affirmative thoughts thunderously knocking?
Have you finally heard your own heartbeat?
You have awoken my friend.
There in your palm, the world you hold.