What fell upon the silence of my thoughts
That brought the words of this confusion
Do my feet linger here upon this land or
Do I walk away to create a new illusion
That is the truth that cuts the deep furrow in my brow
That lends itself to the wickedness of night
Not the hole of someone missing
But the misunderstanding of my own sight
It is the self that has lost its presence
Not someone who might wonder through my life
Turning to the ground for comfort and connection
Searching for the medicine to cure this strife
Holding out my hands for some unseen antidote
Pours the poison that causes the pain
I turn to myself and rip the cloth of my heart
To awaken and become sane
It is to feel again the passion of my being
To pull the uncomfortable shivers from my spine
To breathe life into my soul's presence
To myself being unquestionably kind
Raven
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