I like to write poems when I feel motivated/inspired to do so. A lot of people like them, so much that my brother and sister asked me to write each of them a poem for a present. Here they are:
Reflection
Often seen
Always centered
Our colored thoughts are our captors
Although he created us, we created his image with our own
I wonder what you’ll see when you stare into the Face of God.
Beacon
The first one
Drowning in the shadow
Which consumed whatever was
And whatever will be
It was its own sea, and only it’s own
The self was ambiguous, unknown, ridden with error
Doomed.
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But then beyond the surface, an angel came forth
With radiance known and comparable to none
Is it of light, or of the purifying flame?
Either way, the shadow is gone.
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