I have deviated from the path laid before me by my intuition and my energy is dwindling. What looked good and felt safe no longer does and my higher self is waking up to the betrayal of my shedding self.
Expectedly but rather sad, I have deserted some aspects of myself in a failing endeavour and left my disconnected being to hover around this ailing world. I have slowly been forgetting what it was like to be in tune with my authenticity and hence helped caged the wild some societal norms couldn't handle.
On the other side of my mirror lives a reflection of what I mustn't be. The cold gaze resting by the windows of my soul has revolutionised my perspective and I remain fearful of sifting through its emotionally destructive layers.
The sound of silence has shrouded what I thought was wisdom and my curiosity is feeling encouraged to seek it out everywhere. In the meantime, though, I must paint myself as I see myself and let hope carry my truth where it will be welcomed.
Gently, I must put off the fire that is ravaging the harmonic vibration between me and my desires. I must find a sacred place where I can lay my burdens down, seek my spiritual comfort and start mending the emotional disconnect that fragmented my faith.
And as the defiant poet I am has refused to redact what I am made of so I can fit in or pull a veil over my truth to extend the same comfort I have always been searching for.
In a poetic worship ritual, I will awaken the parts of me that long to embody my all. The ones that let my flaws sync with my silhouettes to realize the strength I hold.
In repentance, I have chosen to bleed out. Like Ara summarizes everything in this piece...
...you expect me to squeeze myself into the labels that you have laid out for me to wear? No. I burn them all and walk naked in the acceptance of my soul, dancing wildly in the flames.
See you soon.
...wambuku w.
