waking up

the myriad of sadnesses that envelop me
can never blind me as it has blinded many others into
exclamation marks of rage
or ellipses of death

my sadness shall be my fuel--fuel that i shall douse on your memories
and burn with my anger

for now, no rage seethes within me
only this numbing shock and the impending paradigm shift
that i must take
to survive