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Clear Waters

For a Soul in Need of Cleansing

By Eva BlackPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Oh my stifled spirit,

discarded longings of my soul.

Searching for the love, but

the pain it takes it toll.

Wish we were together

when my world is all apart

I've forgotten how to fly, but

there are windstorms in my heart.

I stay awake for freedom,

a calming of my mind.

In need of meditation,

but my thoughts are so unkind.

Searching for some goodness,

a cool steam which to sink.

My spirit ever thirsty

for some purity to drink.

There's power in me only.

I am me, I'm mine.

Need cleansing of my temple.

I need my suns to shine.

I came alone in darkness

unleashed into a world unkind.

Now stubborn wounds keep tearing

through to the surface of my mind.

I long to shine true beauty.

Good news I wish to tell.

I'm looking onto heaven,

while writhing here in hell.

Ungrateful what you gave me,

tore out my soul to sell.

Came rushing back to find me,

It hit me where I fell.

Your rivers wash upon me.

Clear waters fill my well.

Come rushing back to find me,

and lift me where I fell.

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Eva Black

The bleeding heart's an artist

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