The Vision

I've been awakened…

I say awakened because till now my mind has been in a coma,
Resting in memories, wallowing in madness.

Asleep/lost were my visions.
Accepting existence and sadness.

"Not good enough" was par for the course.
And yet I raised my hand like a champ.

Looking no further than today.No thought of tomorrow
My mind was closed, sealed, and stamped

Upon awakening, I rose up and walked to the mirror.
And was startled at first when I glanced.

So I rubbed my eyes believing my vision would change.
"Take a step back" I'd give that a chance.

But what I saw was clear. I just didn't want to believe.
Foreign was this sight to behold.

I saw changes and growth and beauty – a future
This feeling can't be bought, borrowed or sold

"Somethings strange here" I thought.
"This isn't like me"
My mind racing, words forming their connection.

This is the feeling I got when I awakened and saw.
The vision was YOU
My Reflection

B. Alexander 2009

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The Vision