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Shiva - a poem by zowienut


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Come,
Sit with me
For A season of Shiva
Is here
Images of terror
Cut across my lids
Like grand mal seizures
I am rendered helpless
I convulse to their pulse
Hold me tight
For Their colors
Flow thru my veins
The antidote of my soul
Horror and betrayal
Searing white pain
Grief so deep
It reaches
The marrow of me
Gently,
Rock me in your arms
As forgotten memories
Become my unfolding
I am carried
To the shore I was born
My home as a child
Where truth is pure
And innocence ripe
Help me take hold
Of this shroud I am in
And shed the colors
Of guilt and shame
To remove the cloak
Of whom Iíve been
Hold me ever so tight
As I step
Into
Who I am
Come
Sit with me













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