Your true self,
the one on a forgotten shelf,
lies waiting in the quiet stillness,
ready to rise from the dead
amidst the whispers in your head.
Things will never be the same;
the struggle to know your truth
is a timeless endeavor.
You must find the right time and place,
where the divine sees you,
gazing into the brilliance of His light.
The person you are becoming
reflects the divine image,
and all the demons within
will fade like shadows at dawn.
Peace and tranquility will reign,
as in the heart of heaven.
You hold the key to your release—
wake up, break free from the cage
of illusion, let your spirit soar
like a bird released into the blue,
embracing the beauty of your true essence,
the joy of self-discovery unfurling,
a blossom reaching for the sun.
MyKoul
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