AwakeA single call of a scavenger
awakens my darkness.
Forcing me, again
to feel the rough path
and hear the morning sky
as it rushes through the fingers of the earth.
The crow seems to scorn me
for loosing my purpose.
Forgetting, why
I needed a breath of honesty
and a touch of certainty,
why the delicate tissues of my being
were screaming for freedom.
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