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