Awakening
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Life Poems
Truth
It’s never easy, and it’s never gentle.
It’s never obscuring, and it’s never unreachable.
Sometimes it’s sharp, and sometimes it’s horrible.
Sometimes it’s incisive, and sometimes it’s rational.
Often it’s painful, and often it’s killing.
Often it’s cathartic, and often it’s healing.
Today it is frightening, and today it is time.
Today it is awakening, and today it is mine.
Hope
I lost it for a time.
And the air sucked out of my room in a silent instant.
I saw it through a window.
And I strained against the locks to reach it.
I seized it by breaking –
Smashing through the glass of fear.
I hold it, now I have it…
Where do I go from here?
Photograph by Dennis Ottink
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