The Awakening

Climbing out of the coma

cage built by trauma

too overwhelming to feel,

this docile child waiting

for a sprinkle of fairydust

to save her, lost in wondrous

tales of rescuers and saviors,

my eyes open

oh, so slowly.

I lift a finger, pulled by

the connection vibrating

between us all,



nothing at all like hope.


I claim you.

We are the planet,

as rooted as trees

in this glorious now

though we’ve been blinded

by the illusion

of separation

in our once upon a time.

Inspired by: Coma, Docile, Sprinkle, and Vigorous

and by #NaNoWriMo — I wrote word 50,130 today, so I win (and I feel like I’m just getting started!)

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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