A spiritual death, we could say, or was it?
The battle of light and dark: who won it?
The resurrection of the conscious soul.
Once broken into pieces; the person now whole.
Searching in darkness to find the light.
This is the truth of the artist’s plight.
Often not knowing left from right.
Dark matter becoming the most brilliant sight.
Metaphysically speaking, the conscience is right.
The vibration we feel is the voice inside.
Pushing through tribulations with all our might.
This life is nothing but an epic wave ride.
At some point we crash, all the way down.
As we rise again, we claim the crown.
Transmutation of the soul, she comes just right
At the point when we face our darkest night.
The night is darkest just before dawn.
We are most lost before the light comes on.
When we allow the past to rest,
We find a way to be our best.
Our potential is high and we finally meet it.
A new personality forms and we gladly greet it.
Going forth into life functioning anew.
Leaving the past behind, and looking forward to a new view.