when I can finally tell <br />that I'm fully awake <br />to be seen <br />by the eyes of the sun <br />peeking through empty tree branches <br />and reflecting off the snow <br />to blind me at surprising angles <br />I can ask myself <br />who am I to promise <br />such an eternal commodity? <br />and how astonishing it is <br />that I dare believe it is true <br />when I am not completely sure <br />where I was born <br />or where my grave will lay<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barricade-at-dawn/
