Little Truth In My Life - Poem by bacila simona
Truth came on me when eyes were shut
rest from wondering dark alleys of spider net
where i sliped from fly over a sensual red flower
take her nectar who give me divine power.
In agony of near death my angel crystal tear
fell and suddenly the net broke, I was out of fear
but lost one wing in dance until I hit the ground
have to crawl into a hide and not let to be found.
Covered my body with wing of only hope
stood there in sore, but also took a fetus shape
drawning in sleep for find a home to birth again
and give my life a truly face without a stain.
This little truth I see is miracle of growing life
where pain and lack of wing made me unsafe
and wildly spread the new born into a garden
to take delight in red flowers and leave the broken.
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