The Awakening


I cry.

Silent tears,
The tears of someone
who longs to be held,
to be taught by a kindred spirit.
They are the tears of a
soul trapped in isolation.

I cry.

Angry tears,
The tears of a heart
who wishes to blame someone
for what she has become.
They are the tears of a
conscience ravaged by reality.

I survive.

Growing stronger,
Despite the torment
that I feel a little less
with each rise of the moon.
It is the hand dealt to me,
the life that is Eretica's.

 

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