Awake
against my will
to the sunlight
Pounding walls
surrounding me
in a fevered chorus
calling for me to hear
that which I don't want
to want
Scream at me
wake me from this dream
of imagined possibilities
I am so ignorant
blinded by your light
that I miss
what both our lips
repeat in warning
If I yell the words
sitting in my head
to push them out
could the wind
take them far away
exorcise their existence
and disappear
from my reality
I can't hate
what my heart wants
but perhaps it's time
to deny it.
S. Elizebeth Turnquist
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