Friday, 26 January 2024

The dream of awakening

 Am I supposed to waken

from this rotten slumber,

this dormant period

that feels like death itself;

painfully stirring,

moving with caution,

not feeling rested;

not enough,

not yet,

not ready for rebirth, 

nor rising,

not even thinking of transformation.

All I feel is 

the need to be still.

No sap filling up inside me,

no buds, no shoots

just dead, old, deep roots,

my old bones in my old boots.

Let me sleep more

and dream of awakening.

To be continued...

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