
When the past comes calling
Certainty unwinds
My soul is carried back
To where I lost the threads of self
All tangled up inside
There is a storm of feeling
That I have not fully
Explored
Before
And so the rain of tears begins
It nourishes my skin
All of this feeling
Deep within I discover
A young girl
Who never fully got the chance to live
As herself
And became a person lost
Inside that skin
Seeking the way to kin
Dread
A constant visitor
Should naked truth emerge
And she then become the
Scourge
That order sought
Eradicate
Where to show her true face
Then
Falling into hurting
Again
Only to find deep
Within
The deepest pools of loss
A sense of self that
So desperately wants to live
Now she must find a way
To begin
Too long she wandered there
All alone
So far from comfort
Miles from home
Longing with a longing scarcely felt
Until now
Discovering with the pain of her past
A soul so very desperate
To shed old skins
Vibrating with love
Banished desire and purpose
Hungry for
Her kin
Amazing tale thanks Mate for feeding my soul with positive flow of inspiration.
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Thanks Alex for getting it
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