The revelation
Aren't we better off without some revelations?
Like a rebel, I ran,
Flowing through the wind caressing me,
eyes softly shut, immersing in the motherly wind,
I ran through that valley awaiting me;
smiling faces, those welcoming hands,
those familiar faces, praying for my arrival!
I ran ignoring them, unintentionally,
for all I thought of was my mission- the dreamy union,
to be adored by my dreamy man.
And then came the end, the end of my marathon,
I finally fell into his arms, and our eyes spoke,
I saw the adoration, but shocked I was when
I found my smiling face in his valley!
About the Creator
Rowena Xylander
Is it ok to not know what to say but choose to say it anyway?
Would you call it a sin if you give up on an older version of yourself and just watch yourself merge into that new version you hardly know, or is that the real liberation?


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