Their Own Key
musings of a broken hearted songbird
Topsy turvy navigation
clarity made blurry by lack of demonstration
wanting something solid and true to love and to grasp at
but trauma is making reality feel like a rack of many hats
take that one off and try on another
do I want to be a vigilante or a mother
I don't know which path to choose
I just don't want to see humanity lose
I truly just want to help mother nature win
trying not to get lost in a lack of identity, or sin
I want to find the truth and hold it inside me
but how does one figure out how to find their own key
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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Comments (2)
The words seem to flow through the spirit like a river. This was beautiful and powerful to read. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful! Resonated with me.