The flame that flickers in my heart burns slightly dimmer
as tears of sadness fall from my swollen eyes
like an endless waterfall slithering down
to encompass my body, my spirit and soul.
Wrapped tightly in fear, pain and utter confusion,
I have never felt so close to my inner thoughts.
So much passion, so much love,
so much magick waiting to be reborn.
Slowly, I start to break away from the cocoon
that tightly embodies me.
I can feel the warmth of enlightenment on my naked, exposed skin.
Waking slowly, slowly waking,
from this deep sleep they call life…
Refreshed and ready, reborned.
~written by Lisa Curley
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