Master of my Soul
Where are those times
The years gone so fast
Time to get out of leash
Shall walk my mind away
let fly between and with all stars.
Away from suffocating cold one
that keeps drenching my lungs in pain
I know now there's no chance
to accommodate,
finaly found my 'when':
My soul, is not a fake is not a slave
my song was meant to fly
have found a way to be myself again
to put me back as one.
I learned how to eat pain on bread
it taught how to forgive, forget
such place full of solitary memoirs
Should I leave them unread,
untouched,
to decompose! ?
I need to search no more for
shiny star
Why would I?
I could be one.
Discovered how to fly
There are so many other stars
Each day one could inspire
new life new smiles new start
could grow more hearts on fire...
Life to become my real love
no more dead end...
My life shall be no more a beg
I will own nothing but my soul.
have found a bigger happiness
true life is way more than the casting
mould of self...
The master of my soul is me
-and me?
...Oh... Universe
is what one day
we all shall find us be...
poem by Elena Sandu
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