Insignia of a free spirit

Look up at the Sun and smile,
A sunny one, like the
Sunflowers do.
Seek the Universe for positive vibes,
Hide not for the fear of being
Hurt or jibed.

Be water.
In the soft embrace of a friend missed,
Your lover’s passionate kiss!
In the laughter of a sweet child.
Or do you need something less mild?
To melt the wrought iron bars
tightened over your chest,
constricting the heart, a guest
in your own body? A prisoner or a
Pest?!

Let the golden rays peel the rust
off; the crust of disuse and
misuse. Until the molten metal,
flows like lava,
encrusting it’s path, in the abode
Of your soul.
The insignia of a free spirit.

And if the pain were to take a stroll
in the paradise of your soul; seek
The energy infusion; of the
Universe, to cease this confusion
Between goodness and pain; and learn!
To walk away from this.

But make not the fatal flaw,
of sealing your heart in a coffin.
Only to watch it slowly thaw,
as a new friend or lover approaches; a cold statue
Incapable of affection!
A mockery of the Universes’ perfection.

Instead use the trauma
for transformation.
A reconstruction of inescapable beauty and drama
flair; a paradiso.
Born as an equal and opposite reflection,
an immaculate conception.

Following up along the sunflowers delight;
turning away from the darkness,
and towards the light.


For myself