Awakening
The orange Creamscicle colors sweated and merged their soft beauty with other colors for the world to see.
They danced around the heating Sun and allowed themselves to be absorbed gently into the breaking day.
Wish for no more separate lines drawn on a childhood rainbow. ROYGBIV is one now. Perfect.
Awake
One future day, erasers will no longer be chafing at sticky thoughtless words. No more tears will glide
shamefully down your beautiful bronze face. Slam the door with no apology and thank our sister
Awakening for her hard work. Do it for you and do it for all. Fin.
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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