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September 14, 2015

Out of the Dark, a Moonlit Soul Seduction. {Poem}

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The half moon glows brighter than usual tonight,

beckoning her surrender.

She finds solace in the depth of the ocean,

though the tide ebbs and flows violently

attempting to throw her off balance.

Restless, she’s held captive by the illusion of possession

and her bohemian soul begs for release.

She should have known better

than to believe salvation was in forever.

Desperate to belong, she sought security in

false promises and took refuge in savage arms.

Her bliss depended on deception.

Too many moons spent abandoned in disarray,

she knows nothing of devotion.

Chaos haunts her soul,

whispering a familiar warning:

love cannot exist without pain.

Primal rhythms pound in her heart;

a heart that’s been stifled for too long.

Wounded, but never broken,

her spirit reflects her fate.

She’s emerging from the space between longing and destiny.

The stars grace her with divinity

while she dances with the constellations.

Gyrating with the universe—she’s found her tribe.

Bare, wild and free she conjures all she had forgotten

and all she is.

She lets go.

Howling in harmony with life’s gales, she finds faith

in the ever-changing direction of the wind.

Magic exists in this night.

Curses and love spells broken.

It was always inevitable.

She couldn’t help but roam.

Feral was her nature.

 

Relephant read:

He Rushes Back to Me. {Poem}

 

Author: Kelly Chesney

Volunteer Editor: Nicole Cameron/Editor: Renee P 

Photo: Pixabay

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