Rubbing Stones

I noticed when life got dark... so did the light in my eyes

Dreams of searching, didn't realize me I'd find

Rubbing stones to spark my divine

It's an equation to divide

Away from my ego and pride

There's nowhere to hide

It's me, myself and I

I…

Am

A reflection A recollection

Of histories time

As I reside

Within this temple we call a mind

Memories are gold mines

Embedded in our DNA

Perseverance through the Milky Way

I…

Am

My ancestors

A Creator

Alchemy sparks light

To the sight

What we call the 3rd eye

Transitions take flight

Tapped into new heights

Believe in self; everything will be alright

As I reclaim my energy

My light re-enters me

I call all my power back to me

Returning what's not mines, respectively

— Ikysha Jones

Ikysha Jones can be found online at:
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