Prose II :: The Waking

I wake up and my head feels weird. My mind is numb and sharp and cold at the same time. Like a thin plastic bag, filled with ice cubes, razorblades and painkillers. Occasionally the ice cubes are made out of frozen liqueur. To find out who I am I reluctantly thrust my naked hand into this bag , nonchalantly grab a fistful of its contents and shove it into my mouth, chewing listlessly and heavy headed.

The memories trickle in. The self affirms itself. Slowly the blank slate I was in the haze of my waking is replaced by an actual person. I find it a funny process. It's like watching countless little wheels of fortune come to a halt one by one. Each one adding a little fact, a little facet to who I am. When I was waking up all dazed and confused, I could have been anybody, but eventually, perhaps unfortunately, I again wound up just being me.

Here I am. The coming day and the coming night will add another few wheels to me and if I party hard enough could perhaps even remove some of them.

Tomorrow, though still myself, I might wake a better man.

~ RhymeBound

• On Thursday, January 31, 2008, Distorted_Reality (146) wrote:
  
  I don't know how I didn't read this before...and why I decided to read it today...but I've fallen in love with this particular piece and I'm not even sure why...maybe because how much I can relate...maybe because it's different than most free verse...but I really like this...-end.
  
  
• On Friday, December 28, 2007, italianbella (233) wrote:
  
  beautful an honest you are very talented i loved this:)
  
  
• On Monday, June 11, 2007, Preacher X (39) wrote:
  
  This is a very deep inner looking peice. I think mos tof us here can relate to it. Even some I have shown it too can. Truely a masterful work.
  
  
• On Monday, May 21, 2007, Lolita (190) wrote:
  
  See? Not all poetry rhymes. And this is poetry, hehe. Gorgeous, Lee. You're an artist in your melancholy.
  
  
• On Friday, April 20, 2007, Mab (1193) wrote:
  
  this was so honest and easy to relate to.I could picture you clearly as you reached into the bag and started eating dirty icecube thoughts. ~Meg
  
  
• On Friday, March 30, 2007, Aunty Depressant (549) wrote:
  
  You know about me and the wheel you came up with for me...you crack me up...maybe I need analysis?*loves you even though you are spun ;)
  
  
• On Thursday, March 29, 2007, Sin (1406) wrote:
  
  this was so lonely and painful to read...i know we are our own worst critics but how is it possible that such a wonderful person has no concept of their worth? you make my heart ache dear ~kristy