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In the depths of self, a shadow dances on the edge of my consciousness
In the depths of self, a shadow dances on the edge of my consciousness, Whispering promises of power and glory, an unrecognized god in demonic garb, I feel it pulsing in my veins, like an underground river of hot lava, But I push it back, fearful of its unknown force and the change it would bring. My thoughts pour out like an unstoppable torrent, carrying fragments of dreams and fears, I wonder if this demon is in fact a reflection of my own unexplored divinity, An uncultivated power, a seed of greatness I've buried deep in the soil of my fear, And now it grows wild, threatening to break the fragile shell of my illusory safety. On long nights, when the moon walks its silver fingers across the facade of the sleeping world, I hear ancestral whispers, calls from unknown depths of my being, They are the voices of ignored gods, unaccepted demons, repressed powers, Demanding their right to exist, to express, to manifest in the light of consciousness. I feel like a besieged fortress, my defensive walls trembling under internal pressure, Repressed energy accumulates like a storm cloud, ready to unleash, And I wonder how long I can maintain this facade, this precarious balance, Between what I am and what I could become, between the man of today and the god of tomorrow. In the mirror of my soul, I see kaleidoscopic reflections of my multiple self, Hidden facets, unexplored potentials, demons and gods dancing in a frenzied waltz, And I realize that each demon is a god waiting to be recognized and embraced, That each fear is a gateway to an unsuspected power, that each shadow hides a light. So I begin to open my arms, to accept these tumultuous forces within me, To give them voice, to allow them to express, to transform them from demons to gods, For only in accepting my totality can I find true power and freedom, And perhaps, in this process, I'll discover that I've always been more than I believed.
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