We are the lucky ones

Fated to a possible
Life on death row
Contradicting the notion

Of being the lucky ones
Who sing with joy
Weep with sorrow

A treasure trove
Within our souls
Another day digging

Deeper deeper
Chakra chakra
Om shanti om

Pain brings forth
A contact with an
Angelic realm so

Rejected by those
Cynics who chase
A life of ego

Surrendering will I
Chose to walk alone
Blind faith, blind folded

I fell and fell
The bruises swelled
I dusted off

Pulled up those
Pretty baby girl
Pink socks

And when I fell again
I was caught
The light too bright

For me to see
The truth so
Setting me free

Closing my eyes
I could finally see
The truth in me;
My light is never too bright,
I shine most in the dark...

And it is then
my soul
calls for
me.

© Sia Jane