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I live in candle light
Shrouded by darkness
Within me, the hero and the enemy
But I,
I live in candle light
I too dance and freely I move
A village takes for granted the flame of a candle
Lost in the vanity of a mirror
My prison no longer
For I live in candle light
And when I feel the spirit I want to cry
Like a great bird in flight above the sky
I fear not the frost of cold
Nor the burn of sun
It is Pagon wisdom
"come back to me child," it whispers
Pushing through the matrix of my heart
Releasing me from the dark
I am not who I once was
I am not quite who I am
In-between the space of foreign land
No sexual being
Divinity seeks me and I, it
Overflowing emotion of joy
I thank the spirit
About the Creator
Celina Johnston
I don't know much about myself yet. But what I do know is that I love to write. I love to challenge myself to write things that don't necessarily come natural to me. I am interested to see how Vocal pushes my writing abilities.
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