E- Eminently avoidable, that sudden slip into that abyss of apocalyptic stillness-
C- Clarity unbeknownst to the soul as darkness falls, no light in sight...
L - Lost within the realms of obscurity and uncertainty
I - Inexplicably falling, but trusting in the unknown... Is it safe to continue?
P- Promise to stay, promise to hear, promise to see, promise to allow the heart to feel and yet feel again-
S - Somewhere between the hands of heartache and pain that succumb to the depths of the soul...
E - Effervescent darkness sneaking in...do not let it take over more than that millimeter of a minute in time. Fight it! Run! For there is clarity within the obscurity of that darkness. The Totality of the unconditionality of true love will provide illumination everlasting.
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Lillian Casiano
"Just when you think you cannot go any further, pause for a moment, slowly look up, and just breathe in. You got this!" - My Mantra
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Who am I? Alas a question that resonates from deep within. It is a question so many of us struggle to answer. Do we ever truly know the answer to this question? Do we dare to look deep within the very depths of our core to discover all that we are and are yet to become? This is our never ending struggle. A struggle I personally long to truly and deeply discover as I take the walk along a transcending and winding road, at times rocky, at times smooth as the still lake waters in the early mornings. But yet - never ending, for with each new day, the answer continues to seemingly change and I continue to wonder and ask, will I ever find the answer to the question of “Who am I”?
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Beautiful poem! Great contribution to the challenge.