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There are many
worlds alive in my soul,
the past
intertwines with now,
touches my skin
has not forgotten,
loves lived,
fights fought, paths parted,
creating new
endings from old beginnings,
written as riddles
across the stars,
duelling for
supremacy in my waking hours,
are they edging me
towards my purpose
or my demise?
Hopefully toward your purpose.
ReplyDeletePurpose of life is loving life, friend Shadow ... Demise is just demise ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteWhat powerful words, what powerful emotions, amazing!!
ReplyDeleteInteresting thoughts, I believe my soul lives in many worlds.
ReplyDeleteBoth. Purpose and demise. This poem says it all. Nice.
ReplyDeleteMemory of the past shapes the present
ReplyDeleteIt can seem like demise...but the answer is purpose. "There are many worlds alive in my soul,"....yes there are Shadow, yes there are!! <3
ReplyDeleteI say towards your purpose. The present would be empty without the past touches and loves, fights and moonless nights. everything comes together in the living now. Live it, breathe it, and never never fail to share it.
ReplyDeleteAffectionately yours Shadow.