Reflexions

Illumination and Self Awareness

In the depths of my soul, a problem lies, for I am drawn to things with swift demise. With fervent passion, they become my own, bound to my being, forever known. Oh, how I love, with such velocity, embracing all that captures me so fiercely. They intertwine with my very essence, becoming a part of my existence. Like a tempest's gust, they sweep me away. In their wake, my heart will stay forever. For I am but a vessel, craving connection, to merge with the world in sweet affection. My problem, you see, is that this love is so grand. That binds me tightly.

In the depths of my heart, no shadows reside. A sanctuary of light, where truth does confide. No darkness, no deceit, no hidden disguise-only purity and love are eternal. Within these chambers, honesty prevails-no secrets concealed, no wicked tales. For in this sacred space, transparency thrives, authenticity reigns, and falsehood dies. In fiery flames, untamed and free, a world aflame, a sight to see.

In the realm of existence, it is naught. A void devoid of substance, a fleeting thought No shape, no form, no substance to claim; a whisper in the depths of my soul; a shame does reside; no longer can I bear it; I cannot hide. A burden heavy, it weighs on my core. How I'm ashamed, now and forevermore. In the mirror's gaze, behold, a soul, both humbled and proud, Reflections dance, stories unfold, A tapestry of self, endowed eyes, a glimpse of truth, and a humble heart are so gently worn, yet pride emerges, strong and smooth. A fierce and brightly adorned spirit In this glass, a portrait is painted. A blend of grace and strength entwined, a humble soul with pride untainted, a masterpiece of heart and mind

Mirror's realm, where secrets lie, revealing depths, both souls who embraced the knives, once buried deep, transformed their pain into sharp and steep weapons. With resilience and strength, they turned the tide, crafting blades from wounds where scars reside. No longer a victim but a warrior bold, I forged my own path, with stories untold. Each blade was a reminder of battles fought and a testament to the power I sought. Through adversity's fire, I emerged anew. With my blades honed and gleaming, my spirit grew.

A soul with wings, so gracefully bold, is no longer constrained by the wounds of the realm of compassion. Once in need, a helping hand is now extending freely across the land. With kindness and love, I take flight, guiding others through the darkest night. My wings, a symbol of empathy's embrace, lift spirits with gentle grace. How beautiful this act of giving is-a testament to the power of living. For in their touch was a soul acquainted with Mirth's sweet embrace, a connoisseur of joy with a radiant face.

One who understands the power of a smile can make the world brighter, even for a while. Life's true luxury is so divine. In its essence, it is pure and fine. A treasure, rare and ever-bright, a gift that fills our hearts with light-no amount of gold or riches can compare to the beauty that life's moments bear. In every breath, a precious gem, a symphony In the realm of souls, a figure emerges-one who forsakes the plea for pity's solace. No longer does their heart ache; no longer does it weep. They have ceased to feel in a world so deep. A spirit untethered, unburdened by sorrow, they have cast aside the weight of each tomorrow. No longer seeking sol In sorrow they dwell, one with a smile askew, A visage earned through trials, both old and new. Imperfect yet radiant, it tells a tale untold of hardships endured in ways unimaginably bold.

A soul whose words flow gently, like a stream, and whose voice carries warmth, like a sunbeam. In a world where harshness often prevails, they choose to speak kindly and never fail. Their words, like petals, are soft and sweet. Of those who harbor ill intent-a tale I shall now present in shadows-they lurk, their hearts unkind, seeking to harm or undermine. Their thoughts, like venom, poison the air. The darkness within is beyond repair. With envy and malice, they plot and scheme.

A soul that is steadfast, unwavering, and forever true In loyalty's embrace, they find their virtue. No obstacle is too great, no challenge too tough-I'll never abandon those I hold dear. Through thick and thin, I'll stand by your side. A beacon of strength in whom you confide, my love knows no bounds, and my devotion is profound. For those closest to my heart, they are forever bound. In times of darkness, they'll be mine in the realm of my existence, where a quandary resides, for my loyalty knows no bounds; it abides. Yet, alas, a broken heart has become my norm. A customary ache, a tempestuous storm-I yearn to be steadfast and true, but love's cruel hand has left me askew. In this labyrinth of devotion, I am lost. A loyal soul, bearing love's heavy cost. With each shattered piece, my heart does bleed, yet I remain steadfast, fulfilling love's creed. Though pain may linger, my loyalty holds tight. A beacon of constancy

In the realm of woes, I find my plight: expecting souls devoid of self-love's light. Indeed, a problem exists within unlit hearts, where love should begin. Incapable, they seem, and these beings I seek to embrace for their worth and their essence. A longing, a yearning, my heart does bear, for love's true essence, to grace the air. Yet, alas, my hopes may be in vain. In self-love's absence, a constant refrain poses a challenge; this predicament is dire. To find love's flame, In myriad ways, love me true. Embrace my soul in all I do. With tender touch and gentle gaze, illuminate my heart's own maze. In laughter's joy and tears' embrace, in whispered words and silent grace, love me, dear one, in every phase. In all ways, love me always. In the realm of knowing, I reside. The truth is unveiled; there are no secrets to hide. Within my being, wisdom does flow. A whispered In this realm of existence, I find myself. A soul burdened with the weight of my deeds Oh, how I lament, for I am deserving of the consequences that fate decrees. Damnation, a

In the tapestry of time, I've woven my tale. A journey embarked upon without fail. Through the years, I've wandered, seeking my way. A quest that consumed my nights and days, with every sunrise, a new chapter unfolds. In the mirror's gaze, I find my sight. A reflection of oneself, both dark and bright. A portal to depths, where secrets reside, where truth and illusion so closely coincide. The glass reveals a face, familiar yet strange. A canvas of emotions, ever-changing in range. Eyes In this realm of mine, I find delight. For now, I embrace all within my sight. Love's sweet tendrils gently entwine as I behold the world; it is so divine. The sun's golden rays dance and play. Painting the sky in the hues of the day, the flowers bloom in a vibrant array. Their fragrant whispers, a world of wonders, vast and wide, There is so much to see, feel, and find. In every corner, a story untold In the realm of existence, it did transpire. A transformation was complete, and my being was no longer separate but fused as one. It enveloped my essence, from dawn to setting sun. It became the very fabric of my soul. A metamorphosis was profound, making me whole.