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Awaken Poetry

Awaken Poetry:

Keep Going

You cried and you looked,

But you never could see

Those tears you were wiping

Were coming from Me.

And you screamed, you hollered,

But failed to know

I wailed at your pain,

Not the scourge ring drone.

All the world wonders through,

What they see as dreams that never come true.

Find for yourself, don’t take it for real.

The questions in your head

Are more than a feel.

You wonder why you don’t know the way.

Meaningless existence-a fear in your day.

Don’t shut out the why.

Don’t you get it?

Don’t you know?

For sure I don’t want to fall, but I do.

You think this is what it’s all about?

A life with no existence?

You think a battering lie will make it all so?

You are a creature of wonder and hope.

If all life were this…come on! You know that’s not true!

You don’t believe it. You are smarter than that.

Don’t you know you were made for greatness?

For lavished love!

For destiny won’t die.

You think your soul you just have?

What in the world do we want this for?

Why do we refuse to hope?

Why do we refuse to believe,

And grab hold of our destinies.

You think accident causes your anguish?

You think realty is not real at all? Why?

Why do you refuse.

Look at your soul!

Look at your pain!

You think this is all reality is?

Do not do it. Your soul is crying.

You know it.

Meaning Behind "Awaken Poetry"

“I was 17 years old when I wrote this.  I had just come home from a frustrating day of high school and I remember feeling so passionately angry towards the superficial gum smacking I had heard all day long.  To me, most of what were considered jokes and normal conversation were missing the intense and beautiful reality which God made. 

In this poem I was crying out for people to wake up and realize that we were meant for greater things than crude jokes and “hotness”.  I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs:

“Wake up!”

“Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes.” 
 Jeanette Winterson

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