Was it the demon
who struggled to emerge
the entity or essence
I battled with
or was this energy,
my own soul?
who was it I wrestled,
this thing
that struggles
to
emerge
Suppressed, stifled
not listened to
something to be ignored
and repressed
as a
dangerous
dragon
though was I at war,
with my own essence?
an energy signature
unique to I,
the purest form?
Forgive me,
for I've sinned
against God,
and my own self
Let the soul emerge
into new life
a dusting off of
crushing dust
let it rise
because in it
is life
not an enemy,
though a whispering savior
and the tree of life
an ever-present friend
that of
a million lights
sit back and breathe,
remember your essence
and change your perception,
this is not an enemy
but a sacred and dear
guide into the infinite
blossom gently,
and rise rapidly
and don't fail
because this,
this,
is your mission.