The Light
Walking through the valley of changes
I slay my demons, thinking what I have become
One by one they fall by my side , one by one I leave them behind.
I question my steps as I mirror my face in the deep fountain of the past.
Oh how often I drank from these tears…
I must carry on without them till I can drink the morning dew.
I get away, run away, fly away from the darkness within
Nobody there to know how to take my armour off these bleeding wounds
Without making me scream. No wine or oil to pour on my sorrows.
Be still my soul, sigh and listen
You can hear the distant voice of angels
Promissing you the light to guide you back Home.
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memyselfandela, 2013
Listening
She is the only one listening
They might call her a simple cat
But she is her only true friend,
More faithful than any human
Her extra pair of eyes,
Smarter than a dog,
Faster than a jackal.
The old lady and the cat
One can see them everywhere
Never apart.
After a long painful day
She is the only one that sees
The effort it takes to simply walk.
In the end I think
They are not a cat and an old lady
But two angelic souls
Taking care of each other
Trapped in this concentrationary dimension
Called life.
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memyselfandela, 2013
Photo Source: Black and White
Angel
Days come and go
But the reflection of your beauty in my soul
Stays forever.
When my spirit cries
I remember your kindness, angel.
It shines like an ever lasting light in my night.
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memyselfandela, 2013
Butterflies
The reason and its logic
moving my holy ground
if something can go wrong
it certainly will.
Do I need to justify all this?
I discover how the heart works
projecting emotions
witnessing the worst scenarios.
I tell myself apart
illusioned by this fictitious life
caught inside
unfortunate reality.
Butterflies of unspoken beauty
but dreadful fading colours
seam to lay their pristine, peaceful and surreal unknowingly innocence
lodging themselves deep inside.
In the very membrane of all my insecurities I fall inside all abysses
black shadows crawling in my bones.
No butterflies, no angelic light,
just demons haunting my night.
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100 words
memyselfandela, 2013
Thought
This thought goes to all those unknown humble honest people that work very hard every single day to support their family, children, parents.
You might be unknown, but you are angels in human bodies. And your sacrifice has a simple name: love.
God bless you!
❤
Ela.
memyselfandela 