Whispers
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Great sky.
I embrace you in spirit.
My soul's thoughts are blossoming.
Uniting the last pieces of me.
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The weight was heavier than even the stones.
Of the river that dried up, but was not forgotten.
I did not believe that the pieces would ever unite.
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I was not lost.
Always deceived.
By various lovers of doubt.
Who remain shadows, since I am a flower.
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Now the last leaf of autumn falters.
It melts too beneath the touch of the sun.
Just like my ego.
Because everything is, and the one is everything.
I am a forever lord of darkness.
You cannot reach me.
And I am always becoming.
About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
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Comments (7)
I really liked the quiet, spiritual feeling of this poem. The image of the pieces of the soul coming together is beautiful, especially after the weight and doubt you describe earlier. The line about being a flower among shadows stayed with me. It feels like a journey from struggle toward self-understanding.
this is nice quiet strength amongst chaos
This is hauntingly beautiful, Manuel. As a geologist, the line about the stones of the dried-up river being lighter than the emotional weight really struck a chord with me. There is such a powerful sense of resilience in 'I am always becoming.' It feels like a beautiful companion to the idea of not abandoning oneself. Thank you for sharing these whispers.
So many wonderful contradictions here. I just love the way you word things. My favorite lines are I am a forever lord of darkness. You cannot reach me. And I am always becoming.
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Dark equals mystery, here.