I believed my future to unfold itself as I walked northward
A beckoning suture for the scars left behind
Slowly I found my prayers answered
by the Maker who has my life designed
I had one foot in life and the other in the grave
I circled the drain for far too long
The fear of death made me brave
I found my wings to fly to a place where I belong
As Icarus, I flew into the pyre
As Lazarus, I awoke and found new life
The flames have made me wiser
Up from the grave, I have escaped my strife
The lights are now slipping through the shadows
The Reckoning has set it free to the day
These lights have broken through the windows
And are now gently pulling me away
I found something to build me
I found someone to heal me
I found someone to pull me from bitter oblivion into sweet eternity.
The world was spinning around me
A light shone in the north and paused my reality
I found my closure and have been set free.
I see new light, I see Aurora
She pulls me up and clothes me in innocence
Her words colour me a pure spectra
Her love renews my conscience
The northern lights are now my abode
Our synapses harmonise in symphony
With joy I now implode
Every day, a new jubilee
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The Boughs of Love
PoetryLove is patient, love is kind The wrong kind is toxic, the worse kind brings harm As you read this poetic story, do keep in mind To like and follow, if you so like my charm.
