Once Upon a Time I Felt This Way

 

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I Just Woke Up

I awoke, a traveler,
I do not know where I came from,
Or where I am bound,
Or if I am going anywhere at all.
Many have traveled before me,
So I am told.
Many will most likely come after me,
I suspect.
Most of those traveling with me
Do not know me,
Do not want to know me,
And would hate me if they did know me.
But there are those that call me friend,
They seem to care about me,
But some have left.
Some are even family,
And they seem to care also,
But I actually only have their word for it,
I just do not remember.
I hear about a lot of philosophies,
Lots of opinions,
Lots of directions,
About things that I know nothing about for sure,
And that seem to be of little consequence.
I usually keep that to myself,
It works out better that way.
There is a small voice I hear.
I have to be careful talking about it,
It knows me, no really,
It knows me.
I can hear it almost all the time,
When I hurt,
When I cry,
When I laugh,
Whenever I will listen.
Someday this journey will end.
It has for most of those I have known,
And I will be a passenger on this journey no more,
At least I believe it to be so.
That voice has never lied,
Not at least, since I awoke,
I’ve no reason to doubt.

©2017 by William Pierce

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  2. Reblogged this on The Abundant Heart and commented:
    This poem is very thought provoking. The middle portion reminds me of 1 Kings 19:11-12 “…a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”

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    • Thank you for your kind words and reblog. I sat down and wrote comments on this poem, basically line by line, but I’m not sure that would make it better for anyone. Much of art and poetry is letting the viewer create what speaks to them. Thanks again.

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