mark anthony st. rose
To Rise Like The Sun - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
I often rise like the sun,
To grow not outward but in,
To shed the hue of my skin,
And become as colourless as the wind.
As if an angel or a mortal undone,
To re-unite with the distant stars,
To forget the pain, the scars,
And my ancestor’s chains, the bars.
I no longer await a God to come,
As in my being unfolds the truth,
Not dark but divine the root,
And beyond the heavens like a comet
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