Conscious
I heard the rain patter—as I awoke for life –
The silence of the morning
loomed thick, impenetrable in the air –
As the first breath filled my lungs.
The trickle of water – timely against the glass payne
Fingers and toes wiggling firm, stretching long
For truth in what’s cognizant – God’s hand in pure
Grey – lively trickles, cold and dense—
held pressure to me
The window soon cleared –
And I could finally see.
-Angela Prendergast.
Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson.
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Angela Prendergast is a 24-year-old sister, daughter, friend, lover of writing and recent college graduate. She studied English Education at Millersville University of Pennsylvania. Throughout her four years of college, she fell in love with the art of writing and the power of words. As a way to express her powerful emotions, she began privately writing prose poems in her writer's notebook. After gaining confidence and realizing that her thoughts could help others, she decided to publish her poems in a collection. In her completed book, her poems provide young adults with relatable themes in a world, categorized by highs and lows, that is constantly changing.
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