The Awakening
A poem of enlightenment
He felt nothing,
his life of hate
in disarray.
He felt nothing,
his festering soul
in slow decay.
A dark sadness
was blocking his way.
Then one wondrous
marvelous miraculous day
an epiphany came his way.
“Could the opposite…
of what I knew………
also… be true?”
And simply by the asking
his heart grew,
his burden of bigotry
was giving way.
Where black and white
were in endless mêlée
shades of gray began to play.
He saw the same things
he used to see.
But not the same way
they used to be.
Black is not so bad,
white is not so good.
He is not so proud
of where he once stood.
As his darkness retreated
he saw the falsehoods.
Ashamed of being played
like a babe in the woods.
Now his soul is conscious,
his heart is filled to the brim.
All his synapses are firing,
the force is strong inside him.
This one now thinks for himself.
There is much good left to be done,
more souls still to save from the dark.
Go forth now my son,
it’s a better life on which you embark.
Ridge © 2021
Naively, Yet Doggedly,
With But My Pen And Faculty
I Decry Hatred, Violence, And Bigotry
.
