God What Is It That I Lack?
God what is it that I lack?
Everyone I loved was a blade held to my back
Earth is a landmine where the blood kisses the flowers
When violence was at my wake, there comes a mental fog
My fragile life was at stake, my flesh is sore
My serotonin unbalanced
Hell, my mind is losing its gravity
My psyche was an open crack
Kiss the ghost of my memories
No need to be haunted I dine with fear
You were another face I had to bury
His hearse lies within me
I loved the thought of you
Seal the thought of you
End this portal of grief
I look into the eyes of the woman
Left with no disguise and bare
Undress my humanity, it’s still there
Healing is invited when acceptance is a given
My consciousness transcends this dimension
Uncovered she realizes she’s sublime
No need to follow society’s times
She dreams a thousand revolutions
And where there’s tears
There’s legacies to be bred
I remember he said, “It’s up to you to evolve.”
Now I fill the gold in the crevices
Woman reclaimed,
No need to bathe in my own shame
My soul lives
I’m a phoenix bursting through the flames
There I’m reborn
I am unenslaved
A poem written by me, Lady Sira
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just my evolving mind depending upon magic and rhymes.
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