Awaken!
- mhajieva
- Dec 1
- 2 min read
“Awaken!” — whispers a voice from the depths of the ocean, gently nudging her vulnerable body toward the surface…
“This is not a place for you, lost one — an impostor duckling!” — a pod of dolphins, by pushing her body, as if mocking the weakness of a human nature beneath the water.
“Wake up, breathe now!” — that wise, tender female voice from the Mariana Trench sounds again, as her sleeping face reaches the surface.
Not to rise in revolt, Not to avenge, Not for hurt, pain, or suffering… But to be, to build and create.
Oh, how painful it is — to be reborn… How sharply the air is felt, which kindles life within her by bursting into her lungs… Oh, how quietly sounds the scream of her soul which is returning to the body it has been left a while ago — almost like complete silence.
And again in her ears — at this time more firmly and demandingly — that very voice of the Mariana Trench: “You, Swan, have the wings. So wake up and fly now!”
If it hurts — receive the pain with full power, If it burns — burn away everything that blocks living, If it chokes — breathe deeper, again and again…
“Awaken!” — the voice demands, growing stronger with every painful reaction she has to all that is alive within her, until she looks straight into the eyes of Life itself.
Awaken, girl! To stand on your feet, to walk, to lead, Awaken for those who have dedicated their souls in you, Awaken, to the life, now!
…No, it seems, The Death did not accept her into its arms.
For now.
Visual art: "Look into my eyes" by Maria Zmeikova.
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