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Hopelessly Nostalgic

by Alfiya Laxmidhar 6 months ago in surreal poetry
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Arriving home

Hopelessly Nostalgic
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This poem is about a spiritual awakening moment, multiple times, always on a journey to learn more and grow. Blessings.

I remember going home

I was walking in a parade bathed in pain

Heart bruised while cells starting to heal straight away

I was called on to keep marching on

Unsure of what direction

As my feet suffered upon the road untraveled

Rubble rubbed my soles while the heavens sent down rain

Among the souls I met

One voice drove me home

Now I glide among the stars

With the meteors shower with light

Some dust fell upon my skin

Here on earth where I experience my clay body

With the cosmic arrangement within.

surreal poetry

About the author

Alfiya Laxmidhar

Love words and their origin. Like poetry. Rumi is my favorite.

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