I woke from the deepest of sleep. Shadows of broken wings fading away.
My eyes closing once more, hoping to capture what slipped into the distance.
The familiar recurrence of a past life. Perhaps my spirit animal gone astray.
Concentrating to silence an anxious breath, my heart beat slows in an instant.
Soon, the warmth of the sun will hit my face. The giver of life to greet me every day.
How lucky I am to live off the land. She provides me with a humble existence.
Steadily eager to live every moment. Knowing yesterday is reluctant to stay.
I look to the sky with such gratitude. Blessed with a smile that feels no resistance.
The peacefulness of life is everywhere. My family, all that is known to me.
Following the footsteps of my mother, a kindred spirit of intense light.
Prophesied as a young girl, to be a force of pure goodness...that is my destiny.
Innocent and not knowing how wise. Powers to heal, to battle the fight.
A vision of the future from my eye within. Our lives, long written to stone.
Painful change forced upon us by ignorance. The inevitable course of fate.
An honorable people, fighting to the last. Pride stripped down to the bone.
Land ripped out from underneath. Proud voices silenced, forced to assimilate.
With the purest of childlike intentions. Gladly prefer to ignore my inner voice.
The ability to create my own happiness. Undying love as the fabric of all being.
I know I can change the heart of a man. Disbelieving that such evil is a choice.
My passion knows no bounds. The light within me, so bright...no shadow seen.
Many moons have come and gone with a whisper. My long, black hair turned gray.
Premonitions of an old soul came true. There was nothing I could have done.
We fought for our freedom and survival. For the very essence of who we are today.
After I leave this world for another, the story of our proud existence will live on.
An innocent young girl has faded. A distant memory is where she resides.
Her inherent love for everything. The purest of intentions so rarely found.
The very land that she relied on, now to its sustenance she provides.
Lying still and silent, the sky faces her...looking down upon the burial ground.
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PoesíaA soul's reluctant journey between realities. Poetic visions of past lives. The five poems are actually one story about a lone, lost soul. These are my personal visions.
