03-15-2014, 12:01 AM
So about a week ago my first and only boyfriend broke up with me. That same night I wrote this. I kind of like writing (or the escapism of it anyways) and I'm not that good. This is actually worse than my usual stuff; a lot of it reads very awkwardly with words that don't fit and equally awkward rhymes, but I've never felt so honest in writing anything. I have no idea why I'm sharing it here but why not I guess - somehow I want another human being to see it and my friends are out of the question.
I awoke at midnight, heard a woman’s prayer.
I asked her gently, “Why do you pray?â€Â
“It was a song, whose rhymes create worlds
that gave my voice to meâ€Â.
How could I not pray?
I awoke at midnight, heard an owl’s song.
I asked him sadly, “Who gave you the right to sing?â€Â
“That same voice, banishing a thousand winters
in its welcome of springâ€Â.
How could I not sing?
I awoke from a dream, asked my heart in despair
“How come you beat at all?â€Â
“If my efforts push you, beyond that wall
The voice whose echoes bring aid to all
Shall bathe you in its morning flair.â€Â
Still not sure, I confronted my room
“How can you bear such emptiness?â€Â
“For the sake of his smile; his smile that travels a thousand dawns
is there anything I wouldn’t bear?â€Â
I woke up just now and could hear his voice
Calling someone else’s name.
Who is that someone to deserve his affection?
What wouldn’t I give to be called his lover?
His friend
His child
I will never wake up in the morning, seeing his face
But nor shall midnight ever again be my lover
Somehow, the woman’s prayer and my beating heart
Is all the hope that I need.
I’m not sure when and I’m not sure how
But I will awake one morning
I awoke at midnight, heard a woman’s prayer.
I asked her gently, “Why do you pray?â€Â
“It was a song, whose rhymes create worlds
that gave my voice to meâ€Â.
How could I not pray?
I awoke at midnight, heard an owl’s song.
I asked him sadly, “Who gave you the right to sing?â€Â
“That same voice, banishing a thousand winters
in its welcome of springâ€Â.
How could I not sing?
I awoke from a dream, asked my heart in despair
“How come you beat at all?â€Â
“If my efforts push you, beyond that wall
The voice whose echoes bring aid to all
Shall bathe you in its morning flair.â€Â
Still not sure, I confronted my room
“How can you bear such emptiness?â€Â
“For the sake of his smile; his smile that travels a thousand dawns
is there anything I wouldn’t bear?â€Â
I woke up just now and could hear his voice
Calling someone else’s name.
Who is that someone to deserve his affection?
What wouldn’t I give to be called his lover?
His friend
His child
I will never wake up in the morning, seeing his face
But nor shall midnight ever again be my lover
Somehow, the woman’s prayer and my beating heart
Is all the hope that I need.
I’m not sure when and I’m not sure how
But I will awake one morning