Proverbial

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My heart; always served as a compass

“She” became my sense of direction,

That innateness that permeates thoughts

That magnetic indicator guiding me

Fueling effortlessly my hearts beats

And in that I found, I was found to- be

I found comfort as well expectancy

I found my purpose, all my definitions

Wrapped up in words and warmth of her

Loving her was my whole existence

But in the midst of a nights fog, she left

And I- keep finding myself ungrounded

Without purpose; what’s left of… me?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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