Somewhere between sleep and awareness
I feel a touch as soft as the dawn
And just as slowly, with as much grace
It pulls me under, and pushes me on.
The light that penetrates through
Is abundant, heart-breakingly cold
But promises all I desire,
And without hesitation, I'm sold.
Sustained in this place and feeling a breeze
That pulls the stagnation away from my mind,
I remember the beautiful moments before,
Remember (I ache) all that I've left behind.
What does it matter that I won't wake up
To find myself back where I was?
What does it matter that I'm moving on?
No one can answer this question because
The asker is silent, does not want to know.
Is it a crime to commit to the right,
To throw off the caution, give into the dawn,
Leave all the old, and surrender the fight?
No, there's no problem- the vision is had
And I am to take my steps with blind eyes,
Relying all on the wind and its fury.
On comes the rain, the past freely dies.
Hold out, oh my soul, for that which is true
Let go of the paths you wanted to take,
Embracing the dawn with all you can give,
Somewhere in there, between sleep and awake.
postscript
Do you ever feel that you wanted to change, and after it happened you weren't sure that you liked it? Maybe it took you out of your comfort zone. I'm aware, however, that in my case, this is who I'm supposed to be. I must simply learn to become all of me in this situation, and still hold on to all that's brought me here. May it bless you.