Embrace Mystery
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Written: January 20, 2024
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Sibylline stammer upswells
I'd explore my innermost self
My precious blue earplugs,
which I dropped in 6th grade,
Will be retrieved as I seek zealous bliss
an elusive state seems to evade me,
seldom beyond brief cameos.
A friend got me a sadness box,
and years later, I felt it was his finest gift,
I'd start on a quest to find my jejunity spirit,
Innocence without current anguish
I aspire to recover my purity.
Once eternal faith in various altruism won,
alas, I intend to revive my heart
with a firm faith in a transcendental force.
I'd painstakingly dig for my roots-my core
that molded my identity,
I doubt I can reveal these gems,
a box of sights might be full and unfathomable.
If I find these elusive things,
my propensity to sustain them is dubious,
even in its brittle grace, Earth is iffy,
for squandering what is precious.
But my glance would persist,
I believe that remaining hopeful is crucial,
against allegedly overwhelming odds.
I may not recover everything I lost,
my genuine self may be detected,
since that's all that matters.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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