Awake in the Darkness
Listening
Waiting
To hear you speak
To know you’re real
To understand
To believe
That you are more than a religion
More than a fantasy
More than what makes sense to me
I don’t hear you
I don’t feel you
I don’t know you’re real
I have only my hope left
As I lay awake
Poets Note:
Written early morning (2:33 am) . August 24,2019. Wishing I had more poetry to define where I am on this journey. But right now... most things seem vague. I feel like I am losing my foundation. I gave up labels, I don’t define myself, or maybe I am not knowing how to define myself. What do I have to offer, if I can’t even define what I believe or where I am. I only can see what I can’t let go of... but what do I have next to hold on to. I have let go of so much, but now... not wanting to believe anyone, but listen to everyone. What a strange place I’m in.
