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Saturn's Hunt

Cycling of Remembrance

By Azrie'l JohnsonPublished 3 months ago 2 min read
Saturn's Hunt
Photo by Jabari Timothy on Unsplash

From fresh steps of a birthed giraffe to glides of faith as the messengers in the sky ...

Spinning and cycling around on the planet of Saturn

Relatively slipping into an internal loop of self-destruct, self-hate, and self-disgust

Recalibrating a balance to find the center of a love profound in its infinite smiles

Bursting through translucent shields of pain

Circling backwards to the core of a moon with puzzled emotions and slow processing

Confused feelings of what's true reality when life has been doubling

Faced in parallels

Perceived closeness to nurtured wounds by the wrong pursuits

Any and everything felt good to that parent-less child.

Their bodies present yet emotionally empty as an abandoned well.

Hollowed homes left her alone.

So young girl went astray, barefoot in the walk of life.

Armed with resilience, guarded with optimism

And protected by many in an unforeseen reality.

Phasing to hardening a delicate exterior while the interior preserved as silk petals.

Never ending blossoms spreading through harrowing fires

Burned from those close by.

The blood that thinned.

A loss sight of kin.

Loosened bondage after a matriarch departure.

Dragged through vanishing sisterhood, those so-called friends.

Strides rebuilding on the planet of transformation

Come to embrace, small things do tower larger impacts.

Passive tones to increased roars

Ending in medium poetic notes.

Rising of internal damage ...

Inquest to a justice filled with wondering love.

Sought out from the years of forgotten daughter.

The sensitive troubled loner.

A beauty misaligned, misguided, misjudged.

Taken advantage of at early age ... innocence flipped too promiscuous flings

Harmful relationships that would leave a flower to shrivel.

Seen as fast or a floozy.

Dirty dancing with enticing demons until late 20's.

Pushed into an unraveling trail of "whom is me??".

Distorted sight, yet again of their reality in blues.

In remembrance that... felines always land on their feet.

Shedding from the tiresome pursuit of "fill me where I've been left empty".

Babbling babies became birthed, where 1 took flight into 3...

Boys...

Glossed eyes with tears where the water sneaks to rise higher than mountains

Shadows whirling in cycles to subtly pull back down to depths of "why do I even exist".

Blessed with a gift many dare not open

Transparency.

Soon she shall conquer, prosper, and transpire after all

Moments kissed goodbye to surreal affection.

The dangers of a forlorn search to validation and being loved.

Met right back where life begun.

A heart of purity to help her overcome.

Azriel, meaning God is my help.

It is received through Saturn's hunt.

Stream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Azrie'l Johnson

Mother of 3 & Transparent Healer

Speaker of my truth through gifts of transparency & vulnerability which brought me home to self in healing. Here to be free creatively while pushing my limits into new challenges

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