Upon Awakening

A picture of myself

Like a missing child

Afterwards Walking wild trying to calm the fear

Yet no face

Only a question mark in its place

Great.

I felt like I lost a voice

It's why I talk out loud

To hear my own voice

It isn't a choice

I don't want to miss my own voice

A missing voice and I will be a question mark

Questioning.

Up and down, up and Down,

Exhausting me literally

The ups are shorter

But more intense

My ten-xcellence.

While the downs last longer like silver tinsel

Please keep teaching me to not jump ahead

But in life to read today's chapter instead

Although I was spooked

I got my book.