twenty eight years,
my loyal solider has been at war.
until my soul marched straight in.
admitting the words.
ashamed of the darkness
that has reside within.
saying them aloud,
they sting like the licks of
a whip against my back.
hidden by a smile,
to mask the many hateful words
that try to label my heart.
tired,
baffled and
tormented,
my spirit has had enough
and goes to war for peace within.
for my ego
she like to trick my butterfly
keeping her kept within a cocoon.
softly my soul's tongue whispers,
into my loyal solider's ear,
"the war is over, my friend.
Peace is my butterfly's name.
only peace shall emerge and set me free"
the cocoon starts to crack...
i am an introvert, that is learning how to express my inner spirit. deep in the mountains of Boulder, CO where i spend my time running on red dirt trails, i seem to have discovered a voice. so i figure i will step out of my comfort zone and start a blog. i hope you find my photography and words inspiring. namaste.
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