Get up

i am wide awake watching myself sleepwalking
playing possum so well it's like a spell i cannot break free from
shake me up push me,
tell me you see my eyes open
nothing works for it is all too detached
blessings slipping and sliding from who i used to be
before who i am can reach for and get there
stop that is not for you, but for me!!!
will i just lay there or wake and stand for me?

i stand fighting to open my eyes and see
not just peek and look in tiny glimpses
help me hold my hand until i am no longer whoosie
i can do this,
i will
get up!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i am seeing all the things i had forgotten that mattered shaken ... such a reminder to live out loud!!!