The watchman who awakens the sleeper
blurry eyed
doubting the images
that have been held inside.
I am the sleeper who has risen
no longer held captive in my internal prison.
It's like an invisible bridge
without an external rope
I am crossing it now...
with a leap to faith
and, a lot of hope.
I once was blind
but now I see
I am free...
I've been holding the key
(this whole time)
I was born with it ...
it's been inside of me.