Galatians 5: 17 - Poem by Tea Kawana
I am not impeccable,
My natal scars bring about unpleasant things,
Part of me wants to destroy the other;
I want to eat my own flesh, yet drive away my belief.
I get hot at times,
I link up to the global hereditary climate
I get closer to the flames,
Which intoxicate me with their beauty.
The fume makes me almost suffocate,
The smoke races up my nose,
It hurts and makes me cry,
I’m submerged by confusion.
My mind cools down.
Full refreshing droplets of pure water fall slowly and lightly
Yet have the weight of a quenching glass of water.
What a delight to be released;
Harps and gentle voices soothe my mood,
Lilies shine with hues cast by dawn.
A calm atmosphere,
To be consoled,
To be at ease.
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