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Me and Myself

Being myself in my own essence
For the raw real me
Without any labels
As nature gently unravels
My tender petals yearning to unfurl themselves
To reveal
That pure hidden me.

The chill sunset breeze
Tenderly caressed my cheeks
Ruffled my hair playfully
And dried those sorrowful tears
Flowing down my cheeks
Made my face break into a wide grin
A bridge between my heart and my spirit
A reflection of my own soul
Drenched in pure bliss

While the soft glimmer of dusk
Cuddling me warmly
Basking in the heavenly glow
The beautiful golden streaks of gloaming
In the crimson sky
Like washes of paint
On the canvas of His
From the divine brushes of the Almighty

While the Sun sunk down the horizon
Like a drop of golden honey trickling down the edge
Leaving behind a serene blanket of soft darkness
For me to snuggle in

Only to soar up again later
As a tiny speck of light
A glimmering ray of hope
A deserved blessing
To fix your mistakes of yesterday
To put the best foot forward today
To reap your fruit tomorrow

Just before my inner voice is drowned out by cacophony
Just before I fade into a mere blur amidst the madness of the crowd
Which I surely will
I choose to click pause from the confusion
To go offline on the busy network of life

I choose to dwell in the moment.



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