Creation

Creation is innate, to our experience of this universe.

So like a flower that’s becoming,

To exist, you have to do it first.

Though to purely persist, in this human place,

Is to risk disgrace, succumbing to the pain you’ll face.

man sometimes it really hurts…

But what is worse?

It’s never finding out what you truly could have been

The grinding doubt of a soul that’s lost the strength to be seen.

To live so pure in a world unsure, grants you a bliss, fear can’t replace

Fall into grace, you will feel safe, creating a life you can call yours,

Find home once more.

Rebirth, reborn.

Truly a resurrection.

Realise what you have been looking for, lies truly in your reflection.