I would empty my thoughts to welcome back
Some things I never spoke of,
All things of lack
Neither the skies nor the weak floors would agree
If I say I didn't see it happening to me
Just as seasons would change , it would also falter
But there was a beaming neon down there further,
It would once in a while flash in my bed,
Only to linger later in my head...
Things I would both recognize and feel unfamiliar with
There was both a connection and disconnection ....breathe.
So I start to discuss, analyze and
Scrutinize each one with myself...
At one point I thought I saw a glimpse of a golden elf,
Mystery abound the walls and corners,
Silence and depth as boarders...
He made it easy for me to reconcile
Thens and nows
22 years ago and the rawness of how's
What was glorious in the past
Was always meant to stay and last.
Perhaps , it had always been there
Waiting for me to grasp...
The rawness of truth which had been right before my eyes all these years.
My eyes are brighter while facing fears.
April 08, 2021.
I returned to my glorious past.
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MY POETRY - Bigger than the Sun
PoetryThis shall showcase my lyrical sets of imagination in its truest , most vulnerable form as I open up and jot down anything under the Sun ☀️ Make amends with your mind.... Free yourself of the unwanted worries.... You were born to be exactly who you...
