Leader Or Follower (Sonnet) Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Birth—impregnated mark as follower:
Glimpses of life perceived through Mother's eyes:
Safe habit of comfort for life's advice;
In time, we're losing touch to who we are.
Throughout our lives concepts slaving blindly,
We ignore our being—succumb to crowd:
We admit allegiance to common ground: —
A disconnection from Soul un-kindly!
The depth of the un-heard spirit crying:
A vision, sometimes' a revelation: —
Opens eyes in soul—a new dimension:
Truth in heart to find before we're dying.
False conviction is fear to face nature,
But when explored, reveals the Soul's Greatness.