(A lone voice whispers)
For although I've conquered and walked through all my dark shadows
I can still remember fragments of a time of been so exquisitely and extensively broken on the inside
So thoroughly painfully so many times
Over and over again
But still like so many others I chose to still shine so beautifully on the outside
As that glow slowly helps to relight an old fire on the inside
Helping me to emanate acts of kindness in empires of compassion
To just one inspire
Within each day of this me starting my new life
I've finally found the courage and climbed a strange ladder
Out of the old one which now takes me to newer places
So I can vibrate so much higher
My glorious lights still flicker and still reigns supreme
On so many ancient white altars
Illuminated by supernatural looking candlesticks
Although they may shimmer
Fluttering within view of so many daily eyewitnesses
Angels who I sometimes see
Half hidden in the early morning shadows
I know they all simply smile as I standstill
Clasping close all these newfound self-empowering emotions
The sensation of swimming inside all these deep spinning mysteries
In newly discovered hidden oceans I now explore
Sometimes feels too overwhelming
But as I walk barefoot in my now discovered underground streams
Which I never visited when I was once broken
When all hopes of finding happiness seemed unreal
I now feel rejuvenated by those waters
For they bestow me with so many daily tokens
As I just wait for discovery by a fellow treasure hunter
To help me rewrite my life
With a more positive and powerful slogan
I was once but an invisible but precious rhinestone
Born in Besancon in beautiful France
Tasked to forever walk and write alone
To cope with the deep essences of a soul that once was shattered into a million pieces
But now with an original dynamic glimmer and shine
My new words pirouette and dance at every God-given chance
Creating subtle perceived glories within the reflective ambiences of fragrant essences
Of the possibilities of narrating magnificent poetically staged stories
One's where I'll find my missing link and be happy
For I now know as I'm walking I'm talked about by those watching spirit guides and angels who counsel me
The one's who are forever eternal
Like a hushed ever-rolling soft evocative lullaby
An untethered circus of irreducible fragments of appropriate words
I'm now free from that hard grip of old tyrannical ringmasters
Power-hungry kings or savage queens
For I'm now just my own seductive séance
A child reborn from the darkest of nights
When I finally found the courage to leave Paris
But still, I’ll keep rising
To keep climbing this ladder to find true happiness and freedom
To reach newer heights where I'll be the only leader of a much kinder kingdom
A place when I get there
I'll just call it my rightful place
My own Dominion
