OH PAIN,
*it grips conscious mind
and body often to extremes.
It gives opportunity to scribe,
feel, merge with its shadow.
To move into fire of dancing flames
that transmutes toward better time.*
OH THE PAIN,
*it travels spiraling with it’s agenda.
Chilling to heart and senses.
Holding power for what feels like forever.
It gives opportunity to tackle demons
fly in dreams,
scribe a new path in light.*
PAIN OH PAIN,
*dissipates inside new thoughts.
It opens doors grand
that brings winds of change
divine.
It metamorphoses into light
to anchor Freedom.
For another road to wander in*
TO feel, dance, and write.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
OH PAIN,
*it grips conscious mind
and body often to extremes.
It gives opportunity to scribe,
feel, merge with its shadow.
To move into fire of dancing flames
that transmutes toward better time.*
OH THE PAIN,
*it travels spiraling with it’s agenda.
Chilling to heart and senses.
Holding power for what feels like forever.
It gives opportunity to tackle demons
fly in dreams,
scribe a new path in light.*
PAIN OH PAIN,
*dissipates inside new thoughts.
It opens doors grand
that brings winds of change
divine.
It metamorphoses into light
to anchor Freedom.
For another road to wander in*
TO feel, dance, and write.
Inspired by Duzy THANKS
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