Personal (Hope)

My muse has been awakened
from her hibernation.

So many months
that I wasn’t able
to bare my soul.

I couldn’t bear it.

I felt like I wasn’t breathing,
I wasn’t alive.

In a constant state of slumber,
all my feelings were dormant.

I spent my days as if numb,
nothing stirred me.

Until now.

Pain is alarming,
but it’s better than apathy.

I have become aroused
from my vegetative state
by heartbreak.

And I wouldn’t have it
any other way.

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