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Long, Enchanted Sleep

August 1, 2014
By EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
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EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
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To love is to be vulnerable; Triumph is born out of struggle; We notice shadows most when they stand alone in the midst of overwhelming light.

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My eyes were closed,
as I laid in my ashes.
A darkness took over me,
little by little,
and put a spell on me.

So for many years,
I slept in a grave;
believing
that I was dead.
I slept in this numbing,
continual winter;
so cold I was.

When suddenly,
a light
entered into my
restless, dark world.
The light rekindled
a fire
in my ashes;

my soul on fire.
And as light
sparked
something
in my soul,
I opened
my eyes,
and looked around.

My world
alight
now.
I had awoken
from my
long, enchanted sleep.

© Chris C., Pequannock, NJ

The author's comments:
So many of us are sleeping. You may go ahead, and say that's weird or stupid or that this sounds rather like a fairy-tale, but I find it true that so many of us, the real us, are sleeping. Wake up from your long, sleep. Like in the one of the band Evanescence song's said, "Wake me up inside." Someone need to wake you up inside. Your slumbering hearts and spirits and you, are asleep.
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EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND said...
on Aug. 9 2014 at 6:52 pm
EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
81 articles 5 photos 1486 comments

Favorite Quote:
To love is to be vulnerable; Triumph is born out of struggle; We notice shadows most when they stand alone in the midst of overwhelming light.

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Thank you. To me I find it true, hat so many of us are sleeping and that we should wake up. And you are right, there is a difference in just living and being alive : ) thank you again
Hanban12 ELITE said...
on Aug. 9 2014 at 1:34 am
Hanban12 ELITE, Lake Worth, Florida
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&quot;If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.&quot;<br /> Henry David Thoreau<br /> <br /> &quot;I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once.&quot;<br /> John Green

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Love love this concept. Many of us ARE sleeping, and it's time for us to wake up. There's a difference between just living and actually being alive. Beautiful poem.