Styx
So often, I went out of my way
For others to get their best cut hay
And sadly,
I became their camouflaged clay
Their only comfy sandy bay
Their sad melodic sway.
No consolation, nothing to admire
Jealousy and insecurity still dominate their flames of fire
So from now on,
I’ll reside in my place
No one to interfere or replace
My holistic embrace in grace.
My world, my poetic serenity
With whatever sculptures me.
No more soul leeches
No more spirit vampires
Far away from whoever tires
And anything that backfires.
It’s my place, my space
Nothing on my conscious
No guilt or shame
I deal with mine, you deal with yours
No, no one to blame
The selected few will see through me
And love me unconditionally
They’ll understand why I left
Why I will be going away
From whatever kept me astray.
Hopefully one day they’ll do it too
hunt their lost dreams through.
From now on
I will be in my Styx
My fix
My place, my space,
My dream catcher daze
My nirvana grace,
My mystic chase.
Every pebble I collected in this earthly life
Each one of them with their story
In pain, laughter and glory,
I’ll keep on writing
Their eternal story
Mystic with the waves
For whatever it entails.
Copyright © Natasha Turner | Year Posted 2018
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