Awakening
slowly
unsure
where I am
how I got to be here
why am I on a boat?
I sit up
silent
wary
watching the river glide by
or is it I that is gliding?
Behind me
silent
grim
poles Charon….
I know exactly where I am
yet how did I get here?
No memories
no hatred
no pain
wait no pain?
Where has the fear
the anguish
the terror gone?
Replaced by a sense of…..
peace.
The jetty
abuts the riparion
I gingerly step out
wondering
where I am suppose to go?
I turn to ask
but Charon is gone
leaving me alone
upon the River Styx
awaIting the next guardian
who will help me
to move forward.
Sept. 12/18
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This poem is very atmospheric, I can imagine floating along misty air, silence… brilliant x
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Thank you. 😊
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Oooo! I like the feeling I got from this one 😊
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I am glad you enjoyed. Thank you. 😊
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I love this one! I want to know who your next guardian is and where you go!!! ❤️
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I had not thought about that. Will have to mull it over. 💞💞
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very nice – well written and gripping
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Thank you very much. 😊
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Wow Jay!
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Thank you. 😘💞💞
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Always a pleasure dear! 💕
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