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.