Introspections

The door, the window of the soul,
Sky blue upon the horizon.
Hope ascends then transcends forth.

Wings of the mind take flight,
Reaching towards the emboldened light.
The dark reaches now emblazoned,
Shadows now reveal their true identity.

No more grasping for an idea in chasms deep,
Triumph over past defeat.
A future, the promise within grasp,
No longer dreams dashed.

Purpose of one’s genesis unleashed,
Existence vindicated, life validated, a microcosm no longer.
Designed, honed with precision in the Great Artisan’s hands,
Divinity descends to put each in place.

The mind and soul transition,
What once dormantly lay motionless,
Now awakens boldly through the dermis within.

Delsia Marie Hall