The Soul Always Knew and Still Knows

She spoke to me in different ways, connected with me in my very early days with divine visions, telling me to hold on, to believe and to stay strong, but when life started turning sour, darkness engulfed my all inner power. Battling to keep my spirit alive I became blind to all her strive to aide me in my desperate fight, to bring me back to love and light. I kept pushing away all those who came close My spirit lived the darkest of prose and sadly became the ominous black rose. In ever petal was anger and pain My sinister garden was the sole sovereign. Yet, through all this hell infinity, the soul did not give up on me She heard every prayer, every single plea to be saved, to be set free, and blessed me with another vision of deity. Determined to fight my every next battle, I stripped myself from ever black petal. I heard my inner voice, what my soul was saying Became aware of all the demons preying I let go of the things I couldn’t acquire, learned to live without what I truly desire. Embraced my karma and paid my dues Found my catharsis in new poetry muse. Connected with the Self, hand in hand with my soul Set up new sails to reach one goal, to love and accept myself with all my weaknesses and strengths determined to go to all great lengths, to make peace with all my past lives, storing away the unwanted in dusty archives. I feel now the closeness of my spirit guide, protected by the angels of love and light. The soul always knew and it still knows the fate of every word written in this mystical prose the destiny of turning into a sunflower from an ominous black rose.