🔵 By Trevor Phillips. Photo by lauragrafie.
These words are a pedistal
for the spirit to mount, Victoriously.
Elevating the Conciousness from its
customary ditch.
When the soul has been burried for
So long by negativity and self-doubt.
It becomes imune to the darkness
and considers this grave its home.
Completely alone and eerily quiet.
Yet the mind still persists
Playing constant echos
if all previous debacles.
But when pen meets pad it shifts
all thoughts become organized
exemplary art comes flowing freely
Seeking semblance and teaching relevance
in a world that previously
projected the contrary.
So never concede from that
moutnain top spot
that you’ve solely surmounted, stand atop.
Find that wich makes your chest pound
and follow said path
to your raging hearts contension.