Should I,
choose to hide,
behind these lines
that they use
to try and define me.
crippled by the doubt of my own existence,
as I seek remembrance, as though this life is my first time,
first time to smell the sweet scent of the divine!
My choice
held within the passion that spills from my voice,
a rage that burns the doubt away
I spread like the wind, that howls out your name.
Fair game,
in this reality that I choose to engage.
weaving threads of truth amongst the thorns,
thorns that serve to liberate us,
that rip through walls of fear,
as we set our intentions out
and find the strength within to steer.
I crash like waves upon the shore
pure force,
pure energy,
as I explore,
the depths of my being,
exposed to all the elements
that embody my soul.
To journey deep and restore,
delving deep
into the depths
of my core
unearthing
my potential
allowing myself to soar.
