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.