As Above, So Below. Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

In the midst of the unholy darkened day,
I shivered in anger not knowing where I were headed,
The moths in my chest flapped their wings and flew,
And out of my mouth they vanished as screams for help.

In the lives of men, there comes a time,
Where we face the darkest demon of them all,
The treacherous bastard that lights up flames of wisdom within us,
And then like the morning star wakes us into the splendour of a new world that awaits.

I know not what lies ahead of this journey ahead,
But sparkles of stardust appear as though I have been reborn as the phoenix,
Out of the ashes of the past and into a world that suits me most,
And so it goes, as above, so Below.