Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening short poem

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I fell asleep at the wheel of my life
In somnolent slumber I slid
Cruising on blindly my eyes off the road
While I from reality hid
Days had no meaning, events left no mark
Each breath unconsciously taken
Smiling reflexively, seeming engaged
I, for a person, mistaken
Lacking awareness of how far I’d gone
Sure I was functioning fully
Keeping a semblance of normal that worked
All the while thoughts dangled woolly
Then with a jolt the wide road loomed up large
Each turn and detail revealed
Now with eyes open I couldn’t avoid
Truths that my mind had concealed
Once in sharp focus and beautifully drawn
My heart with sadness was swollen
Grabbing the wheel I determined to afresh
I would retrieve what was stolen

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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