3/30 ~ Regresa

I come and go back

to the eyes

that talk to me


they look like mine

but i do not remember


she has a fire

i long to touch

i long to devour

to become one with her


to reach back

behind my eyes

i feel her


she tries to speak to me

reforms as the warrior within

the tiger with a murmur

waiting for her chance to growl


I see a sparkle

but so faint


she is there reaching

she is there teaching

she is there manifesting

she is there

i can no longer ignore


I am ready to soar

I am ready for my revival

I am ready for my upheaval

but I must return to her


I must reconnect

to my younger spirit

I must praise God she never left

I must thank the heavens

for this divine reunion

to step into the power

destined for only me

the force that she was privy to see

the strength only she can bring


i must return

i must unlearn

all the things that kept her far from me

listening to the words of God whispering


the revelation will not be televised

i must return


[3.apr.2020}

~Azucar~

#napowrimo2020

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