With Love from Your Soul: A Poem

With Love from Your Soul

Silent wishes of wrapping my arms around your existence,

Erasing your kerosene sodden, trauma laced reminiscence.

Hidden under the charcoal hallways in your mind,

Leaving behind, mosaics of joy and abstracts of sunshine.

 

I am your soul.

I care for you. I believe you.

You did nothing wrong. It was not your fault.

I love you.

 

Wishing to embrace you like a cocoon entwined with the threads of hope and trust,

And sparkle your dreams with sprinkles of fairy dust.

Yelling your nightmares into vanishes,

Cradle your insomnia to sleep with lullabies in unknown languages.

 

I am your soul.

I care for you. I believe you.

You did nothing wrong. It was not your fault.

I love you.

 

I want to stitch your heart with craft of witches and magical looms,

Desiring to wipe your tears, lifting your legs from the cold floor of the bathrooms.

I want to magic yourself alive again,

I will make you stop hating yourself in your thoughts, in your brain.

 

I am your soul.

I care for you. I believe you.

You did nothing wrong. It was not your fault.

I love you.

 

Please listen to my whispers,

Stop making homes inside the hearts of broken people,

Stop mending their roof which is still leaking with your emotions and tears.

 

Listen to this conjuring,

This silent whisper in the air,

The call to your arms, the beginning of storms for your transformation.

Let me fix your heart, repair the broken floorboards, paint your walls with yellows.

Let me make you believe in sorcery and electricity, once again.

 

Because I am your soul who bleeds when you cry.

Who cares when you smoke cigarettes and hope you’ll die of cancer.

Who believes that you’ll learn to love yourself.

I am your soul.

I am aΒ  hiraeth and your heart is my only home.

And I love you. ~Β Enigma

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      1. Books. Ink. City-lights. Fireflies. A selenophile. Greek Mythology. In love with the theories of cosmos. Magic. Sarcasm. Enigma is also someone who remains bewildered whether to choose mountains or beaches. At present, she has backspaced to Mars.
        Enigma πŸ™‚

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      2. Why choose? Is it possible to like both equally, enigma? Like a paradox? As I am learning to see it, the quest-i-on, is totality in present moment, and not this or that thinking. Forget the ocean, when you’re in the mountains. Forget the mountains when your in the ocean. Love both, at the same time. Polyamorous, hmmm? You are you no matter where you go, hmmm? Awake?

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    1. Why just Mars? I find the entire outer space interesting. “Describe yourself”, “Who are you?” “Tell me about yourself” are the most difficult questions to answer so, I was just exaggerating. Well, do you have a special interest in outer space?
      Enigma

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      1. Of course i do. Initially, I, well, am into the inner outer space, with particular focus in dark matter as a substance, comprehension or mastery of which, his to work with it, can create peace on eRth. Work, use of intent of a magical psychic nature appears to me very interesting. I also am galactic aware in terms of et experienced and am interested in inter galactic culture. U?

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      2. My advice is to keep it simple. And you don’t have to -anything, except maybe have to eventually choose faith in yourself, though there’s no hurry, none at all, contrary to common opinion about the planet and time. These are my humble opinions.

        They may be tough questions but they needn’t be tough or otherwise effortful answers… Enigma. You are a mystery. No amount of definition will make you understandable to logic or incarcerating thought. Also, you are impermanent and in constant change by nature. Just try and freeze the ocean, or the sky, or life, if you prefer, it would cease to be itself and worse.

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    1. Our soul does love us. The silent whispers that soothes you when you’re crying in the night, the whispers which say “it’s alright”, “you can do it” “you’re strong” are your soul. We really need to love ourselves more. Thank you for such a lovely comment!
      Enigma πŸ™‚ ❀

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  1. Infact I even Esquire the pieces of benevolence in some little areas that add even more magic to this magical piece of art . Just as my Madame say ” Sorcery downright πŸ˜„πŸ˜ŠπŸ’œ”

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