Swimming in exhaustion
endless waves of tired precaution.
Sacred mirrors sometimes revealing
all the wounds unprocessed that still need healing.
Confusion ebbs and flows, unsure of the path forward,
hesitant and cautious about what I'm facing toward
Spirals of agony, confusion, and bliss,
I just know it's culminating to more than this.
Sometimes my fire is just a whisper,
a tiny little ember, creating a small blister.
I know it won't be like this forever,
refracting destiny will realign, my soul light as a feather.
Process it all, hold space, don't fester,
the future holds surprises more delightful than ever.
About the Creator
Lazulii Rain
My whole life, I have dreamed of sharing my art with the world. Traumatic experiences persuaded me that I wasn't worthy, but I am now liberating my heart and healing my spirit through creation.
I hope to give life to the whispers in my soul.
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