How do you deal with sorrow? When the reflection is too real, the essence of being embodied is a quaking wave breaking . When I look into my gut the organs bear their fury as a Face, to tell me truly where the purity missed; Where I am to surrender a gift for the mist . There is nothing but void waiting my arrival, Standing at the gates in old webbed dress - a veil lifted for only those wise + intentionally willed enough to see clearly . Through the abandon there is sanctum through the lone path, companion in my sternum I dare to meet the gaze . Again + again with formulae tried + true I wield the wound sharp as the womb . Now a sibling, a parent, a guide to once lost + liberated life both legions held at my heart felt embrace, inside a clasp of unified base . At the apex; the origin I found the key inside. . ~ original poetry . Accessibility ID: A close up photo of @prophecycanvas' ash-marked face in red lighting #PoetsOfInstagram #ShadowSelf #GriefRelease https://www.instagram.com/p/CAjDJd9DY2E/?igshid=1szp9y7f843u5
