In the depths of darkness, I once dwelled,
A silent observer, a story untold.
Buried within the shadow's embrace,
Hesitant steps, afraid to face.
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But now I rise, with newfound might,
Breaking free from the grip of night.
No longer confined by doubts and fears,
I emerge, shedding invisible tears.
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With each step forward, I reclaim my voice,
No longer a prisoner of my own choice.
The shadows that haunted, they lose their hold,
As I embrace the courage that unfolds.
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I step into the light, where dreams ignite,
A path illuminated, shining so bright.
No longer defined by the past's dark stain,
I journey onward, unburdened, unchained.
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From the shadows, I emerge, strong and bold,
With a heart that's mended, no longer cold.
Embracing my worth, my spirit soars high,
I spread my wings and touch the sky.
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No longer confined, I break the mold,
With a newfound strength that's yet untold.
Stepping out, I find my own way,
In the radiant sun, I choose to stay.
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For life awaits beyond the shadows' veil,
And I'm determined to prevail.
With each step I take, I reclaim my grace,
Stepping out of the shadows, embracing my space.
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So let the world witness my radiant glow,
As I embrace the journey, unafraid to grow.
No longer hidden, no longer confined,
I step out of the shadows, leaving them behind
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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