Thoughts cascading like a wild rapid
While truth tries not to get swept away
Finding solace in the quiet moments
Where breath and stillness lay
Realizing that me putting up a fight
Is the exact thing holding me down
Weightless surrendering of ego
Is the only place peace can be found
Listening to ethereal transcendence
The hum of the earth buzzing beneath
Away from the noise of confusion
This is the place I find true relief
Moments and spells of amnesia
Make me lost I forget who I am
Remembrance strikes like lightning
The strength and truth in knowing I AM.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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This poem feels like pure meditation. I loved it
Excellent, emotional, beautiful. It reminds me of a journey of self-discovery where rocks get thrown our way, yet we still try to identify with who we are.