POEM STARTER

Awakening

Write a poem about an awakening - it could be literal or metaphorical.

Amongst All The Crap

The screams are so loud

I’m clawing to get out


Damning me and my every action

Making me the main attraction


All of my mistakes are open and bare

Gaping and oozing as people look and stare


Run and hide, run and hide

I would if I could .I really would


But it feels as if a beacon is on me

Lighting my escape for all to see


Hurriedly , I’ve changed and altered my route

But alas, someone always finds me out


Exhausted I crawl down from the ledge

A huge cavern between me and humanity, a wedge

Scurrying and falling, cut up and bloody

My whole body aching my clothes, torn, and muddy


The voices in my head telling me to run away in fear

For now they surround me and begin to sneer


I list all the lies pains and mistakes

As I recall them, my own heart breaks


For many are the wrongs I have done

Anger, violence lies, and so much more committed under the sun


As I come crawling out into the open

I am ready for shame. I am broken.


But as I look up, I see quite a sight

People are clapping and cheering with all their might


I look behind me to see what I missed

I realize that it is for me . No twist


I’m baffled I don’t understand

Why are they treating me so grand?


Then slowly they come up to me and say

The kind of words I’ve heard to this day


I also have been there with you, my dear

I have lied and cheated and done so much in fear


To listen to you, talk all about the things that you have lived you flushed out the doubt


That we are all broken all of humanity

To think or act otherwise it’s just pure vanity


We are all united in hurt and in pain

The scars we all carry leave no one person to blame


This world is broken

But this is never spoken


Together, we all can find strength

When we share the black at length


No walls or masks to tuck ourselves behind

And truly, then only then will have an open mind


Without all the lies without the pretend

we will all be able to start to mend


So tell us your best days and tell us your worst

One of us will be able to sing along verse by verse


Truth is not hidden and pretty little wraps

It is sitting there amongst all the crap

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