I sit & try to define,
All of the different type of lines,
That help bind all of the things I’ve fallen blind,
Realizing this was no longer the kind,
Of experience I had in mind,
So it was time for me to put behind,
The illusions & things that shined,
& Finally awaken to the beauty of my inner Divine.
Under the sun & the moon,
So I hope you do not mind,
This time, I took my time,
When I sat down to manifest and combine,
The specifics of the dream I vividly painted in my mind.
No longer going blind,
To the things that have hurt me behind,
Even when I was fair & so kind,
Disregarding that I am delicate;
Idiosyncratically; one of a kind.
Growing from the bloody thorns,
Appreciating all of the petals torn,
Because they no longer fit my form,
Since I could no longer conform,
I don’t even mean to toot my own horn.
Moving on from the storms that won’t pass,
Jetting off, I gotta blast!
As now, finally, at last,
I learned how to laugh,
When I notice a fork in the road along my path,
Thanking Beloved that I finally grasped,
Control of my ego,
To stop falling victim to the past,