The Awakening

The Awakening

A Poem by WitheredWhite

The Awakening sometimes feels like detachment from everyone else
Always filling voids with awkwardness, 
Never having anything relevant to say,
 and often strange noises come out instead.
Just pass it off as being cute. 

The things you have to say, would be true wisdom falling on deaf ears. 
Play it as though these ears don't exist,
 and wisdom shall never be wasted. 
At times, it will seem like there is nothing for you to walk on but dried up wastelands. 
This road causes blisters, 
 and you feel alone. 
Remember you are only isolated,
 not desolated, 
    and even still, 
There are always a few true souls that light the way to your Higher-Self.

© 2016 WitheredWhite


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Added on September 29, 2016
Last Updated on September 29, 2016