Your Epiphany

The light, this enlighten definition of facing thyself As a warm aura floating on your skin The light of your mind. Suddenly, there is a voice leading you To an inner path, forgotten yet carved The voice of dominance. Like an angel from the sky touches your name With her winds of glory As a blaze, a spark, a fire this realization appears In front of your eyes In front of your soul. This epiphany is nothing more than you. Your spirit needs to overhang, your hands want to atone For this blood they carry From centuries of stone, where trees were brown Where life was just a runnel. A mirror stands in front of you This is your curse, this is your price To know your eyes color, the shape of your nose The lines carved on your palms Your knees ligament, your toes steps. The acceptance of these is the Apocalypse! You touch your breaths and you can count them Along with your choices and your mistakes. Now you can Appear as Epiphany to you.