Rise,
Rise up my Sister
You are a daughter
Of the Sun!
Rise once more,
Like you did before
A new dawn and day
Has come.

i wrote You a story,
with meticulous care
praised your great glory
with  flaws,so blatant, there

i drew You a picture
with such precision
magnified Your stature
according to my vision

You wrote me a story
with malicious intent
what i failed to foresee
i could not prevent

You drew me a picture
dedicated to your desire
i didn’t recognize her
the witch  in Your fire

i told myself our story
The one You wouldn’t hear
what a fantastic fantasy
that seemed so sincere

i admired our picture
the one you wouldn’t see
an angel, called Lucifer
stared back at me


I’m writing myself a story
incase it interests you
a kind of an allegory
to get the message through

I’m drawing myself a picture
in case it crossed your mind
always confusing sin with scripture
I wonder what meaning you’ll find

I’ve written myself a story
and drawn myself a picture
where  I’m freed from your purgatory
and have emerged a victor...

she paints
with
poetry

molding
her mind
onto paper

creating
worlds with
words

sculpting
alternative
realities

to
lose and find
herself in...

forced to
break her
Avatar-State

abandoning
her sacred
space

she returns
to
Earth