From a deep, dark coma
I RISE,
just a sputtering spark
barely alive.
Feeling dispersed
I pull from that
which surrounds me.
Getting stronger..
slowly at first, then faster;
Untill,
like lightning striking the ground,
I AWAKEN!
Opening my senses to the void,
I reach out to touch
that which surrounds me,
first perceiving,
other souls, gray souls;
unaware of their true nature.
Reaching out further still,
I sense a light,
like a beacon in the night.
The old, grey souls,
drift toward it.
I reach out to to touch
when a knowing occurs,
"I AM ALIVE!"
I race away from the light
farther, faster,
something like fear,
kindles me, drives me!
The light is now
a distant dim point behind me,
feeling safer,
I reach out before me
I notice, there in the distance,
SOMETHING IS!
Drawing myself toward it
I find... it is nothing,
Just a dead and lifeless thing.
I move on
past stars and planets I travel,
searching.. probing..
Yet, no living souls do I find.
When suddenly I realize
I'm avoiding certain paths.
Slowing, I investigate this sense,
I find,
recollections of entrapment,
pain and sorrow..
I move quickly now, more confident.
The stars and planets
fly by me in a blur..
FASTER STILL!
Untill..Off in the distance, a planet,
yet, something new, different,
slowly, carefully, I approach.
When..
Excitement rockets up inside me!
Feelings of anticipation,
ecstasy, and joy,
INFUSE ME!
I sense not one
or a hundred,
or even a thousand,
but billions of souls,
ALL ALIVE, ALL CREATING!
I rush right down,
burning with desire.
"HOW HAPPY THEY WILL BE WHEN THEY SEE ME!"
Diving straight in
without deliberation;
To live..
to breathe..
to become..
A LITTLE BOY!
Author notes
I had a very strong feeling of rightness when I wrote this as if I were that soul. This poem haunts me still.
Written August 29th, 2003
A contest entry
- Prewrites with Conditions by Paloszoo.
700 points, ended October 27, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I’m curious as to what inspired you to write this poem. Can you tell me? It sounds almost as if it were a dream. This is deeply profound, which leaves the reader to ponder quite a bit. Thank you for that! Thanks so much for entering my contest. It’s an honor read your fine work!




