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With each step I take
My feet create the journey
I don't know where I am going
But in my mind I hold no worries
The city feels as if empty
While a cold breeze brushes my nose
Despite the shivering of my bones
My love for life only grows
It is 3 am, a magickal time
A time when worlds collide
Turning anything possible
If only the heart dares believe
There is no sun to warm my skin
Only the soft rustles of the trees
As the wind gently calls my name
Igniting my every sense as if on fire
Fueling with love, my every desire
I reach for the empty space,
Reaching for the very soul of life
No longer just flesh and bone, I feel alive
Come hell or high water, I know I'll survive
I can't help but smile as beautiful memories flow
This is my healing time
This is when my heart soars
When every molecule of mine is infused with hope
What is hope but what me make of it
A crossroad by which we stand
For hope does nothing without consent
Yet hope in action is but pure power
Transforming what is barren into paradise
Our birthright, which needs no sacrifice
As I walk, I hope for a better morrow
Where brother does not hurt brother
Where love, justice and peace prevail
For presently those are frail
Let's fix our thoughts on the magick of the stars
Believing anything is possible
Breaking free from our current bars
Daring to let our light shine
For free we were born
And free we should die.
Sofia E. Falcone
By Sofia Falcone
I believe, with quiet fervor, that one soul can shift the course of many. I write not from abstraction, but from the raw immediacy of lived experience and learned studies - from the labyrinth of my own challenges, triumphs, questions and awakenings. In offering the contours of my inner world, I hope to awaken in others a remembrance of their own power, their own unclaimed wholeness.
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