I woke up yesterday. It was a reawakening.
See, I've been here before and I thought I knew
What was necessary to know. So I smiled
And I took a backseat.
I said "When you know you have, you can give."
But I only knew words and ideas...i still had much to attain.
I didn't know that, though. I was an open book of giving...
of thoughts forming but not walked through.
I was a burgeoning blossom, so fragile, so remote, so eager and filled with promise.
Arms, words and meaning entangled inward but yearning to unfold and reveal what's inside.
That blossom -- head raised and wobbly -- struggling for the stronghold of balance,
is struck and taken aback by the inevitable raindrops.
Wilted, I stand
Drenched, I soak in knowledge
Covered in darkness, I seek out light and begin again.
I am fallen but I have not forgotten that the awakening has begun.
I will rise. I will carry on.