Everything in me was dead
But a small glitter of hope
A golden thought in my head
For three years I pleaded
Begged to be delivered
Wretched corpse disfigured
The fourth year I woke up
Looked at my condition
Then my eyes opened up
The living creature I saw
Was a flying persona
Outstanding beauty so raw
Angel, bird or picture
Some kind of reflection
A mirrored encounter
I saluted her
Then asked who she was
This was her answer:
I am your spirit
Your very own soul
A thought you have built
Surprised to see me
I’m simply yourself
Reflectivity
You find me so pleasing
It’s because you are clean
I project your own musing
Forget the old body
Commingle with me
I’m the part that is free
You’re the part that is stuck
Who lives in a rut
Now you’re meeting your luck
This is all that she said
Is she sick in the head
Will I lift up instead
I accepted her version
Shyly merged with the virgin
Became Lord in my Heaven
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Illustration by Sakimichan
Text by me
This is very heartfelt. Our spirits can be what holds us together when our physical bodies are influenced and beaten down by life. I really enjoyed reading.
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Thanks 🙂
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