The Windows of My Soul

Lightning slashes across the angry sky

Reminding me of a disco ball that has lost its rhythm

Forgone its cadence

While the ancient Valkyries dance and call out

To the newly departed ones

Guiding them gently back home

The rain beats against the glass panes

Like tears of the damned painfully shattering

The windows of my soul

I pull the warm blankets of denial over my head

Pretending it is not you

Who is out there

Beckoning and reaching out to bring me home

Begging me to let go and let be

Pleading with me to come back to you

Knowing eventually, I will no longer be able to resist you

Instead, I desperately try to submerge myself

Into the solitude of sleepy dreamland again

But you are persistent and won’t let me rest

As you relentlessly pound on

The windows of my soul

Surrounding me with synchronicities

Until I don’t know the difference between

The knowledge of my fate

And the misconstrued truth I hold so dear

Forcing me to accept the divinity of our reality

Telling me everything happens for a reason

And that my thoughts are not projections

Of my human existence

But they are the actual reality of us

Forcing me to recognize the shimmer of

Sacred consciousness sharply reflected in

The windows of my soul

You are my miracle

You are my flame

-Julie O'Hara