Eternally Blessed

A Poem

Photo by Alex Shute on Unsplash

Emerging
Fresh
From the ashes
I dug up the old
To wipe it clean
Then proceed 
To bury it deep 
In the ground

I thought I was done
Yet I had only just begun
What a profound
Realisation

Purified
I stand empty handed
At the station

Ready to board the train
To return to civilisation
Again

I’m not the same
Who am I?
I’m the girl who buried herself
To rise in certainty and claim
Her destiny

You think I’ve changed
Beyond recognition
What else can death do
But a total transition
From coal to gold
That’s my admission
Into wholeness

Who are you?
You ask

I’m the eagle that soars
I’m who I always was
Without the mask I wore

I seek no understanding
Have no need to roar
Like a lioness
I move quietly 
With grace and peace
I know what is mine
The value I possess

I was born
Inherently lucky
Eternally blessed

This poem was previously published in Lighthouse many thanks to Alexander Semenyuk for supporting my poetry.

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