Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Wake Up

Were the thousand deaths real?

of far falling

of relentless attack

of drowning

beneath the limitless ice?

My heart pounds

my gaze frozen

my breaths grow erratic

as I struggle to realize

I never died

a thousand deaths

were merely

a thousand rebirths

in disguise.

If I wake up

if I remember to breathe

I will be

alive again

so I command

Wake Up.