Ajna And The Hibernation

She weeps to see her wisest children
blind to brilliant skies of azurite;
as the winter of reality
keeps

I refuse to be taken at face value.
Because there is so much more to me.
More then this visage you see.

Not just the anger,

Here I am all alone and suddenly it is frightening,
Just like when I was a child afraid of thunder and lightening.

I keep

The Chosen One:

I actually thought it was my time to go,
while watching my lifeless body below.

My pain was gone when the dark

Clarity

Other people's opinions
Do not define me!

Only undermine
My ability
To choose
The road less traveled.

It is they
That would