One Man’s Salvation

by Christian Thomas Golden

Finally, I woke up.
Poking and prodding,
whispering and calling,
you tried to wake me.

I tossed and turned
and did consider
stumbling out of bed.

But sweeter seemed
the prospect still,
of staying in my bed.

Yet something happened
soon thereafter,
struck my heart, my mind.

Couldn’t shake it
nor mistake it,
found that I was blind.

Rising up within, I felt
as living for the first.

As fully saturated after
dying from a thirst.

Finally, I woke up.