Wellspring

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I can feel July morning breezes 

Chill me to the core of my bones 

As dawn’s fiery colors rise above  

The horizontal plains of conscious  

As default emotions break down  

My heart remembers her presence 

And just can’t replace the absence     

The whole world wobbles around  

Like some broken merry go round  

Every day is the same indifference  

What matters the most is lacking  

On the shores of all the forgotten  

And wave after wave crashes alive  

Their echoes are breezes… in July 

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Poet of the Light © 2022  

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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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