Growing Pains
The riddle is this
Am i who i think i am as i strip through the layers
I know that my face has been upturned for too long now and giddy i have been
Filled to the brim with bubbles and fizz of spirit.
I am restless, and hungry for a journey deep into the underworld
It stirs deep within me, i have dipped my toe into this dark deep cavern
I long to dive in , be terrified and know that i may not surface
Those waves that pulse and cause a tremor and refuse to settle my heart.
The puzzle is such
Am i whole this human , or hole this human
I do not have to be good , I do not have to be god
I loosen my grip on that thought i feel myself slipping and sliding down.
I fight and in that moment i feel its full weight slipping over me
I weaken , i surrender to the inevitable journey
Here i am again, yet the landscape of this terrain new
These corridors echo footsteps that are not of my past.
I gaze into my own depth , the shadows show me
My essence is reflected back to me within the black mirror
This place of the soul speaks , to give up all that your ego told you
Is how you live in a world that is free.
White Raven – 14:06:2020 A shamanic journey. Poetry is from the heart , a form of art , an expression born of an emotion in time. If you care to share then from my heart to your heart please do and always credit the artist.