Slow to Wake

Accepted trust betrayed
doesn’t bring clarity
right away.

First comes
stunning dumbstruck

Slowly, the feeling
begins to return
and the hurt
threatens suffocation.

Sheer necessity borne of
instinct to fight for every breath
gives rise
to inspired ideas on
how to get
oxygen out and in.

It was at about that point
when it dawned in soul
my way through
was to hear your voice
one last time
telling me something

You release me!

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #19, light bulb moments Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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