Born Again
A prayer to forget myself.
Tell the wind I’m done resisting. Tell the rain, and the steep path, too. At last I’m grateful to surrender, allowing the current to push me anywhere I wouldn’t voluntarily go. I’ve been piloting my life for years but now find this task a burden. Because I succeeded in becoming me, it’s time to grow into something more. Warrior, Lover, Magician, King and Queen - these roles aren’t meant to last our lifetime. Thus I’m slowly removing this heavy mantle I’ve been wearing. Today I call myself poet, which speaks not of my certainty, but of my spirit kinship with the wind and rolling hills.
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- The Invitation · December 24‹ ImmortalityYear End ›