It was written

That purgatory –
through begrudging
eyes that
poisoned me

numb to
the blindness
which enveloped –

a pawn of
lies aligned
to minimize
and confine

wandering
in the forests –
of broken promises
doubts

flailing in the seas
of sorrows

oblivious that
the storms
didn’t have
anything to do
with me –

as I resolved to be still

eyes tilted to
the sky

pushing back
with understanding
and forgiveness –

tendered a gift –
self compassion
that serves to
heal the shards
of self

revealing an epiphany
of the
gravest sin –

I became
that which
they said
I would be…

before I became free
infused with that
which was always
inside of me.

A reminder
from the
Almighty –
that it was written

made
whole and complete –

a self fulfilling prophecy.

Of branches, roots and sun.

Copyright © 2021 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.

3 Comments

  1. candidkay says:

    Love this, as per usual, but especially this:
    oblivious that
    the storms
    didn’t have
    anything to do
    with me –

    as I resolved to be still

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Kay… as per usual, I am humbled and honored that my prose has echoed with one of my favorite writers.

      I thank you.

      #salute

      Liked by 1 person

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