An endless cycle of triumph and despair
What purpose does this torment serve? In and out through light and the dark My hope wanes My strength and courage falters Who am I? I am lost My downtrodden spirit seeking happiness, seeking a fix As if material objects and childhood movies will somehow break this curse I've put upon myself When the body suffers, the mind follows My emotions almost numb But not quite Melancholy being the name of the game I reach to satisfy the itch, which only feeds the beast Fueling this helplessness Oh Warrior of light, Angel most dear Why do you cry Your eyes Where once a spark danced Only sorrow moistens your sight Let the sweetness of sleep take me For another day I must fight Let tomorrow bring me the freedom I crave, I yearn for Who am I? I know not anymore I wrote this while in a dark place. In this space of exhausted hope, not even seeking help, succumbing to what felt like an inevitable fate. You will be glad to know that I was lifted from this space not long after I had finished writing it. Thank you Nikita. Your beautiful words awakened parts of my soul that had hidden away, ashamed at my ordeal or maybe just afraid. Your poetic talent is obvious and profound. I hope one day to write such beautiful, soulful words to uplift and empower as you do. Just 10 pages into her poetry book and already I could feel the hold of sadness melting away. Her book "Wild Embers" (by Nikita Gill) is a powerful read, meant to soothe and enliven the powerful, fearless and courageous Goddess within. Thank you dearest Nikita, for your words have brought me back to the light.
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I Am Kawehi. 27 years of life on this earth, steadily growing, rising and blossoming like a lotus birthing through the mud, upwards into crystal waters and then to rest atop in open air as the firey sun alights my form. I wander. I imagine. I expand and seek to understand. I see. I AM. Archives
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