My Devine Soul...

My devine soul,
The conquerer of angels, demons and every mortal in between,
The puppet master,
A glass window into the life I had before and nothing I've ever seen,
I remember what broke me, 
Now, I'm not ashamed to feel, 
Yet you're still willing to survive and show me how to live.

The celestial nature of your work paints me, 'the canvas of life', 
I laid bare inviting your vibration, the energy to show me light, 
A kaleidoscope of shard glass were memories to control but not forgotten, 
Yet the pieces came together to understand that I couldn't hold on to them rotten.

My devine soul, 
A euphoric existence, 
Now my joyous nature has returned, I thank myself for listening, 
Though my poetry runs thin and isn't darkened, 
Now, I can live and breathe with a little bit of sparkle.

There's so much more about me that I've never felt before,
I've been blinded by cultural conditions and now I need to explore,
I've had blue eyes turn red with tears of the past and questioned why,
I've started to sing out loud again knowing, that what I am, is, I am mine.

My devine soul,

My devine soul,
I am mine,

I am a devine soul...