Align

Poem from Prisms poetry book

 

destiny and patterns

intersect with process

respite and calm

time to resist the existential suffering

bliss is the transgression of our soul

long-lasting impressions of artistic gold

align mighty ones

this truth is yours to recite

burdened by sight

not the eyes that see

but by the one who knows

looks can be deceiving

grieving is a part of me

loose strings are sure to unravel

hollow eyes search for travel

through hollow webs of sorrow

existential crisis

scars from memories

fight for flight

heightened faith

the old versions of me die

no need to hide

I am aligned