And let it be proclaimed,
that I
that I
that I
have climbed up from the treacherous ditch.
With scars to boast upon my weary arms
and
earth clinging to my nails.
Many months I lay in the dark dirt
with the grand, sparkling crystals over head.
Stars existing to mock
how much I can’t reach what I wanted.
What I thought I wanted.
What I thought I needed.
And now I don’t need.
And now I don’t want.
Because I was saved.
And now I sleep to dream, and not to escape.
I live for the sake of Life, and not just to wait.
There’s no need for waiting now.
I am awake.
