Amidst the roaming plastic zombies, My true self, my only solace, I seek the border where Maya and truth divide, The veil falls, revealing what was once denied. (Revelation at the border by Francesca Busalla)
Roots strength Impetuously, the wind shakes the shutters, they rattle and bang. Vases fly and the few remaining leaves fall from the bare branches. Deprived of all energy, naked like a worm, I can't even crawl to close them. The storm of my thoughts has cast me down, To the earth, to nourish my roots, to find sustenance The more…
My heart lies broken, An essential fracture, Through its cracks, light is awoken. I witness the scars, remnants of pain, Learning from past, not to suffer again.
SOLD Secrets abide in black embrace. a canvas for hope, where shadows hide, With a desire to comprehend, I move gracefully, Learning spreads its arms in the dark.
