Letters to My Consciousness

A song of wings, an urge to fly:

I raise my arms and flap.

Try as I might, my body remains captive in the dust.

When it rains,

the dust becomes caked mud,

sticks to my skin and weighs me down,

but I deny it.

I hold on to the idea that I am part of the wind,

here for a short time

until I'm blown away again.

Heavier, the dirt pulls me down

but still I deny it.

I hold on to the idea that this battle is an illusion

and soon I'll be washed clean:

in a sweet moment of revellation,

the redemption will come.

But its all too much, too heavy and too painful.

I cry uncontrollably.

I admit:

"I cannot do it alone".

Instantly, with the first humble tear,

You rise and wash me clean from the inside-out.

My burden becomes light

and I am Home.

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(from "Letters to My Consciousness" - Ganga Fondan)

Artwork: "Come Home Now" (Rise of the Phoenix Series)

- Ganga Fondan