A Velvet Touch
From the deepest core of your Being
How hard could it be
To go back to our roots?
We don't need influencers
We don't need fancy talk.
All we need we already are
All we need… we have forgotten.
With all the wisdom we were given and all the knowledge that we obtained
We are still lost in the forest
Waiting for something that's been hidden
and at some point
left behind.
In this convoluted state we find ourselves living in
and all the banalities we use to distract
we forget to go within
We neglect the gems inside
Transcending grace, elegance, and magic
and freeing your Soul
since your time has come.
~o~
About the Creator
Rene Volpi
I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my "expositions" since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment :)
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"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
"and all the banalities we use to distract" - tell me about it. Wonderful writing!
This was so deep and thought provoking. Loved your poem!
So true, we have almost lost our identities in the mad rush to be seen and heard. I miss my roots, it is bogged down in the every day crush. Great poem.