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Coming 'Round
by Alison McKenzieIve been asleep,
My drug of choice,
Escaping the existence
Of being over-stimulated
By the chaos that was inside me
And out.
Turning,
I feel myself coming round.
I feel the sun on my face,
The wind in my hair,
And a new day dawning.
Air, crisp with renewal
Races into my lungs,
Waking me from this
Reality-induced coma.
Once nearly suffocated,
Im ready to walk,
Run a new race.
Watch out, world,
Im regaining consciousness;
Eager to participate once more
In the land of the living.
09/27/2008 Author's Note: It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
Posted on 09/27/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/28/08 at 04:24 AM Love that last stanza. So much energy. It's completely and wonderfuly engaging. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/28/08 at 04:55 PM ... interesting..... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/01/08 at 08:39 PM ...well said, laconic with a twist of a yawn before we start our day...a waker-upper...c'mon gal, times-awastin'...:-) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/02/08 at 06:18 PM Ahhh you speak symbolically of nature's "drug" intended to regenerate, refresh, and reinvigorate! A good night's sleep is often the "best medicine" one can take! Well written! |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 11/07/09 at 11:44 PM This is eerie. I felt this way today; it's been so rainy, cold and sad outside lately, and today it was beautiful and warm and I swear I could almost feel my bones waking up. Beautiful. |
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