Reawakening in Life

The glass has broken,

The chips have fallen,

Pandora’s box is open.

We’re all imperfect.

We are all chipped,

In all kinds of ways.

A pandemic arrives,

Sweeping away any

Fallacies that we all

Put forth in our mind.

Who are we?

Do we know?

Why are we here?

What’s our purpose?

Reawaken me,

Don’t hurt me.

Guide me gently,

Don’t kill me.

I am ready,

Willing to learn.

Willing to change.

Reawaken me,

Please.

–by Maria Mocha © 2020

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