I trembled—
not out of fear,
but because skin weeps too
when the soul begins to wake.
I awoke—
not in light,
but in the ruins
of all I pretended not to feel.
The world offered numbness,
but I chose the wound
if it meant
I’d feel alive.
I’d rather walk cracked
than sleep in stone.
For there’s no glory in being asleep
when trembling
can also be a way forward.
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Author:
G.Cabús (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There are moments in life when we wake up — not because everything is fine, but because something inside us refuses to go back to sleep.\r\nThis poem came from one of those moments.\r\nA quiet, trembling truth: I’d rather feel pain than feel nothing at all. Because feeling means I’m alive.\r\nAnd sometimes, walking wounded is still walking forward.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poem of significant psychological depth. This poem reaches deep into what it is to be, how do we know it and of what value is it. Nicely written and a fave.
A nicely expressed write of all though hurting feeling the pain, as long as they feel it they know they are alive, nicely done
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