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An Awakening To The Living

You may reside in a room of a small world,
Or within walls and doors of plenty volume,
Still, echoes bounce off the empty hallway,
Like a haunting seeking its final rest,
With cries of hope to be heard out loud,
Only for some day to lessen to sighs of relief.

Can anyone hear me, rescue and set me free?
Unlock these fastened doors and let me flee,
Let me be conscious among mankind's creation,
And run through Nature's untouched meadows.
I suffer alone and helpless, and plea to thee,
For the comfort of your lending hand in mine.

The assembly of precious dolls I have welcomed
Are exhausting space and the air that I breathe,
Yet, sweet adoration for affection still grows.
My wish is to be remembered as a survivor,
For death awaits at the end of my destiny,
And shall become an awakening to the living.

When the ink from my feathered pen runs dry,
I can no longer be amongst you to shout out loud.
I, therefore, leave you my writing as a keepsake,
Of the love I've shared and the caring I've given,
For strength grows deep within my heart,
With a yearning of a life I cherish to its fullest.

Do not fear death,
It is part of our untold destiny,
Unfold the blessings you behold,
They are an awakening for the living.

Yana Petkov
24th May 2006

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