Torn

Torn

I am split

between two worlds

my soul in dreams forgotten

my anatomical frame trapped in “reality”

I am who I am now

Yet simultaneously another person

I am everything and everyone

never whole

never at peace

memories forgotten

a life not lived

forbidden to love

yet loving all the same

My God

I don’t even know

my name

The Dreamer

The Dreamer

chose the hidden path

seen by no average eye

many eyes see darkness

few eyes illuminate

no soul can find his or her way

a soul will on this day

a strong heart beats within her chest

until the end she will never rest

she swears this

sealing her wish

with a magic kiss

she dares to enter the unknown

adventure shall be sown

by her subconscious she is led

fantasy streaming through her head

awaken she thinks these images dreams

still enchanted by how real it seems 

Soul Feeling

Soul Feeling

I want to feel

it all around me

to return back to

a time of purity

to feel warm and cold

air on my skin

sweeping around me

in a circular motion

to feel water

lift me up

in serenity

to feel fire glow

on my face

and blood flowing

wildly through me

to feel earth between

my toes and on

the soles of my feet

but what I want most of all

is to feel my soul

to stop the Fall and

find complete peace

Only then will I

feel complete

Open Arms

Open Arms

I open my arms

and let them in.

My dear friends

and close kin.

They know who I am

and know who I’ve been.

They protect me

from sorrow and sin.

I open my arms

and let them in.

Inner Self

Inner Self

In the wind, I hear the voices of spirits.

In the water, I see reflecting emotions on my face.

In the fire, I feel warmth dancing on my skin.

In the earth, I grow flowers in the spring.

In the morning, I greet the sunrise.

In the night, I say goodnight to the moonlight.

In the nature around me, I feel divinity.

In myself, I feel my soul as it should be.

Deep Within

Deep Within

wind whispers secrets in my dreams

a knowledge concealed in a box called my soul

it lies frozen in time

until I’m ready to reach within

and reveal its truth   

The Tarnished Truth

The Tarnished Truth

Polish me up.

Rinse me off.

Make me up?

But remember

I’m only human.

Imperfection can,

and should,

be beautiful too.

I would prefer

to be untarnished

from my past.

But there is only

So much I can do.

Polish me up.

Rinse me off.

But never

try to make me

something I’m not.