Photo Credit: Tim Mossholder
There is a spiritual being,
Who like not to be touched:
Even when the touch is safe,
The silent present becomes enrage,
And closeness does not seem safe:
This person may be in your own race,
That live by rules, discipline,
Or someone has disgrace, violate,
Wounded within, left displaced:
There is a spiritual being, who can help,
Those who has lost their way,
Need help—to rise above the shame,
The low frequency from the darkness,
Of the shadow, a negative way,
That tries to consumed,
The greatness of what could;
Or should have been—beautifully safe:
Through the lens of a balance being,
A magnificent spiritual race.
Empress Journee
