Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
When was it that I broke?
When was it when I couldn’t take rejection any longer?
When was it that I closed myself off and wouldn’t let myself feel or be happy?
I remember that carefree self who always reached.
And wanted nothing more than to love.
But now, a distant memory, I stand alone.
Only a comfort to myself.
Parade me books so that I may understand all the pain that the world can hold and all the struggles that suffocate a human life. Don’t let me die naive to the agonies of existence. Don’t let me pass without living each and every way in between the black ink of every story.
My body decides to collaborate with my mind only when it is to achieve my downfall. People say the mind is a powerful thing, but forget the spirit. My spirit will never fail or fall no matter how far stress takes me under. Eat my mind, destroy my body, but I will soar a broken angel.
The ink circulates words like magick making them visible from my hand. The notebook now full, I lift the tome heavy with ink flowing through it word for word like blood flows through me. The volume recognizes a piece of myself transfered letter by letter. I smile at the magick as I tuck it away.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 