Paradise

Here I am, in paradise, where the sun won’t rise.

Surrounded by smiles, disguised,

I smile, I try, just getting by, am I alive?

I’m tired of playing that same part,

The one who cries after the savior,

The one with defeated behavior.

Stuck on repeat, I bleed, the same old wounds,

I give up the defeat.

I stand by the beach, dissolve in the heat,

My feet, dissolve in the ocean,

Carry me away sweet notion.

It’s my devotion 

to the highest power that breaks the tower.

Rocks tumble, world crumbles, I stumble,

Confusions clearly illusions.

How could I be so blind?

The light blinded, blindsided, can’t find it

in the darkest night.

Why do I fight? What do I fight for? To right the wrong?

That’s right! My weapon is the siren’s song.

 It matters, it batters, it shatters the patterns, it breaks the threads,

No more threats to my female divine!

I shine, I find my mind

to be beautiful, I have the power, I have the tool.

My voice is magic, I have it, the rabbit in the hat, the flower up the sleeve.

The wave retracts, my feet reappearing, I catch the salty breeze.

Mother of earth, gift me a rebirth. Let my search be the torch, my light be the fire,

Let the path be my desire to inspire.

Allow me to be, in my entirety, entirely me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing poetry and thoughts shared.
"Mother of earth, gift me a rebirth. Let my search be the torch, my light be the fire,
Let the path be my desire to inspire.
Allow me to be, in my entirety, entirely me."
The above lines are a similar prayer I do daily. Thank you Madzia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Madzia]

Thank you Coyote, thank you for sharing how it resonates with you.

[Coyote Poetry]

It did and you are welcome.

[DAH]

"My voice is magic, I have it, the rabbit in the hat, the flower up the sleeve" perfect!

We, all of us, must keep pushing, keep writing: we do it for ourselves.

Bravo!

[emmajoy]

Such a beautiful bewilderment of words.. most laid in such wonderful terms.. others more hesitant, more indecisive perhaps. Seems you're searching for self in a place with too few answers..

'Superb metre, a song melodious:

' It matters, it batters, it shatters the patterns, it breaks the threads, ~~ No more threats to my female divine! ~~ I shine, I find my mind ~~ to be beautiful, I have the power, I have the tool.'

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Wow its wow-some. It was a divine read for me.
Let the path be my desire to inspire.
Allow me to be, in my entirety, entirely me.
Great lines at the end!