We live life one step at a time
Between heaven and hell
Each step closer to death.
You smile at the world
Hiding your pain
Running from your so-called demons
Running away from yourself.
Revolving around their medals and labels
You let them strip you of all else that you are able,
They dressed you in white
While united, they chant, "Sinner you are".
So, you get on your knees and pray fervently
While inside rots the best of your essence
Dreams forever gone
Cowardice and fear now rule your world.
Your eyes searching for a way out
Yet no one can hear your deafening screams
For all that surrounds you is more of the same
Same theater and background
With actors parodying and dancing to the old tune
"Succumb and be one", shall be your doom.
Why do you hate the free-spirited so?
Is it because you know you can be more?
Alone in your head, no choice but to face yourself
What do you see, when the world dissipates?
Can you handle your reflection?
Can you sit with your pain?
But alas the course of the well-adapted
Is the madness of their own circus
False pleasantries and niceties
While they slowly rot inside
They think they own the world
Yet, from their own demons, they can't hide.
Why fear death when dying you already are?
Your contradictions and dissonance,
The blade that stabs you time after time.
Between nothing is enough
And everything is not enough
Your soul cries out in desperation,
Like a sound of war bells warning of battle
Yet you will not rise…
For the "masters" have taken your pride
And in its place rewarded you with a leash
Which you happily accepted in exchange for absolution
Flagellating the humanity of your bones
So, you may be "worthy" of love.
Close your eyes …
Sit with your silence …
Cry with your pain …
Let the storms from within clear the path
Let the slave once more become master
It is not too late...
Rise ...
You matter.
Feel the ancient blood rush through your veins
Hear the drums of your heart
Where a fearless dragon resides
Let it awaken within you,
Rise from your slumber,
Release their guilt, which you have encumbered.
It is never too late to cut their tentacles from your life
Never too late to feel the cool fire within
Never too late to drink the waters of life.
It is never too late to end the winter of their "holy"
And so-called "worthy" games...
It is never too late to defeat the make-believe giant
To own your strength and dare rise from their madness
Where heaven is colored with the blood of the free
While hell, they say, is where the free-spirited be.
Lies which they repeated since time immemorial
Where only two options are given
Subjugation or Self-abuse
While they hide the path of the Wild yet Sacred Self
But they forget you have always been and always shall be
Just close your eyes and remember the "I".
It is never too late to open the cage and dare explore life
To break the conventional and build your own life
Never too late to be who you are,
Beautifully imperfect but always divine!
Sofia E. Falcone
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